Wednesday, July 1, 2009

The Thread



I didn't want to lose you in the infinite span of a thousand perfect rainbows
No I wanted find you- a fly in my teacup!
It wouldn't have worked if you were the hay in the haystack
I wanted to see you- the owl in a tree!
I didn't want to whisper in wandering across another snowfall covering it all in white
NO I wanted forever in you like the one sun in the sky
I wanted to feel you like the mosquito in the middle of my back
that's you! I know it's you!

And now, my thoughts...

I want a cookie.
I could eat cookies for dinner.
There'll be no cookies for dinner. We don't do that.
Like, a wafer dipped in chocolate.
Cookies!!!
Remember that chocolate chip cookie at the DoubleTree?
Crispy and gooey! That's my favorite!
Stop it.
Remember the summer we ate cookies for breakfast and lunch?
Yeah! Cookies!
Didn't I get tired of cookies?
Not... want... cookies?
Woah. A koan.

11 comments:

Angelina Hart Art said...

Golden pigment medium
Long handled brush strokes
White canvas no longer bare

Shannon said...

:D !!!!!!

Anonymous said...

By God, let's legalistically zip the lips and dam the delectable... wash it down with a nice big glass of fermented fundamentalism.
It will be 'good' for us!

I say BE the cookie and eat it too!
Mm-yaaaaaa-meeeeee!
I'm enjoying a scone with that koan,...
sweeeeeet and a little flaky! ;)

Anonymous said...

Cookieeeeeeessssss

Suzette said...

Shannon,
I really Love the way you think.
So passionate.
Lucky Steve!

Eugina said...

Go Shannon! I am anxious to see the the development of your painting.

<3

Anonymous said...

Yellow rose is joy of life, the refreshment and vivacity of springtime, the bursting forth of earth in her “Let’s DO THIS!” splendor. Oh kind rose gifting her exuberant smile!

Shannon said...

<3

Anonymous said...

And so it was later that the Miller told his tale...
She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,'
though in truth we were at sea
so I took her by the looking glass
and forced her to agree
saying, 'You must be the mermaid
who took Neptune for a ride.'
But she smiled at me so sadly
that my anger straightway died
If music be the food of love
then laughter is its queen
and likewise if behind is in front
then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
and attacked the ocean bed.

Shannon said...

Ooo! Yeah!!!!

One of 16 vestal virgins
who were leaving for le couer.

And it waaaaa-as later
as the mirror told his tale.
And a face at first just ghostly shined a brighter shale of pearl. Turned the water a shade of play

Anonymous said...

:D !!!!!! (yippy!)