
Sliding Frames
Amethyst with Pink Incense
A bellowing cat lives in a forest and hides. One morning saw water, turned around was surprised. A boat with a tree touching angel was there. The cat caught up meowing and quietly stared. An imaginative meeting as they stepped onto the boat. In this watery world. Completely afloat. They drifted along as though time didn’t matter. The cat and the angel were full of much chatter. They spoke about pebbles and figures of speech. They seemed to enjoy this, then quietly preached. That moments together are worth something at last. We feel as though time doesn’t actually pass. So the cat arched her back in the boat full of passion. She suddenly cried, “My angel, we are in fashion.” The angel then spoke to the sky with his hands. This motion of air a powerful stand. His legs became straighter. As though all had been healed. The clouds rubbed together releasing a colorful feel. For the mist the clouds leave when they rest in a laurel, a forest, a meadow, a break during sorrow. To find that the mist feels like a beautiful breeze. Whereupon the angel took to hugging and the cat almost sneezed. She gave to her angel a kiss that was love. The kiss was of substance that held them above. They drank and they loved entirely free. The angel and cat that had now come to be. The cat then decides it is time to embark. From the boat and the angel, though she returns after dark. She saunters to the forest. She feels rather bold. To have been with an angel and become so exposed. For she tends to be hidden. She tends to be shy. She went in somewhat further the tall trees at her side. She notices the mist and smiles rather pleased. A forest touched by mist. By her angel she sees. When she returns to the boat in the night she will say, Goodnight to her angel “A most beautiful day.” A Thousand Times Goodnight Part of the soundtrack of the film ❝Romeo & Juliet❞ 2013 Composer Abel Korzeniowski https://youtu.be/P5avN2fhvEQ?si=VRBfdQlFa8XH9wbS
2024
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Assume Paint and Love
The paint assumes it can be anything it wants and go anywhere within the canvas. Running down a hillside or onto a tree so that it can grow. Curves might become nothing other then what they are meant to become, or maybe much more then they imagine. The paint soothing the flat surface of a canvas that needs it. The wide open field becomes a painted sway of yellow wheat while a woman emerges. Her body swaying as a bird. So too her arms as she spins into sight. The grace of the moment aligned. In the distance a softened sun addresses shadows for the paint to cling to and own. As I too assume paint and love. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved
2023
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Sliding Frames
Some dreams you wake up and there they are, apparent, like you bite into an apple and feel the juice burst into your mouth. Other dreams you are sleeping within ‘frames that slide across each other, forming something not yet clear.’ Some dreams occur slowly as I imagine the rocks dream. Some occur quick as a bird swooping downward onto a branch to rest. All dreams are gifts. They are the essence inside us, whether we are asleep or awake. Whether we know them clearly or as a seed not yet opened. S. Kamber
2022
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