Last Thirty Days on Top (Untreated Pin Impressions)*

*Note:  Prose Poem and Literary List (Prosody, Parataxis, Blank Verse, Free Verse, and Found Poetry) based on E Maria Shelton Speller Pinterest Analytics as of November 11, 2018, 10:00 PM (EST), for 15 Muse Boards and 5K Pins.  

 

[It takes libido to pen poesy…]_

Art_

[Diana Ross (DR Diar)]_

Paint_

[Pluck and Aplomb]_

[The [Dollhouse] with the Red Corvette]_

[Woodstock! (WIP) (x Bars))) [Reserved][Reserved] 3.0]_

Georgia O’Keeffe_

Gigi Hadid_

Together as one_

[gladiator]_

Beautiful and vibrantly dyed locs_

I’m not Shy_

[Tang]_

Ru Paul_

Be bold_

Madonna takes a look

Kerry Washington_

[Champagne and Balloons in Gotham City]_

Vicki Furnari_

[Mardou Fox]_

Pinned Her New Tribe_

The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill — 20th Anniversary Tour_

Karenab_

Chakshyn for Kiev, SS19_

Elizabeth Taylor — Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award_

Five Weak Words_

[Orange Blossom]_

[Mardou Fox]_

Chucks_

[Ruffles on my skin]_

The Eye_

Fascinating Photo of Black Life in Harlem, 1970_

Black Amex, Please_

Day 8_

Hell on Earth — Mobb Deep_

[An epic love Iliad]_

Idris Elba_

Top Fall_

[I have a story to tell]_

Koree Antonio_

L’ Interdit — Rooney Mara for Givenchy_

Les Hommes Men’s RTW 2014_

Marilyn Monroe and James Dean_

Naomi & Claudia_

Femme Equilibrium_

[Superwoman]_

[Ducklings in Love]_

[It’s just Thursday]_

Your Personal Stylist for Men_

 

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Dada — Lost and Found — Triptych

 

Doing nothing

and falling

down the same rabbit hole

I would be nosey

like numbers on analytics

Floating lollipops and gummy bears

 

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On the 48th year since the assassination of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. — the language for this mash-up, was for the revolutionary icon.

Trench People (TP) Muse Board

When I was nine, and my sister seven, we shared a bedroom in the attic of a Victorian house, in New England.  We loved that pink triangular room, and the imaginary line that equally divided her side and mine, and it was not lost on us, that we were far removed from our extended paternal family, our parents, and the Irish triplets who shared a room of their own — downstairs. 

It was not just the physical detachment, but on the heels of “making believe,” we began to transport each other to fictional realities at bedtime that began with a question, followed by an answer and finally a bidding, “What are you doing?”  “I’m thinking.”  “What are you thinking about?” 

My stories would often begin with something truly extraordinary.  Diana Ross had ten kids in 1964!  She was twenty years old and married to Jorge — the Ebony Fashion Fair model who was the most beautiful man I had ever seen, and one of her children was my fourth grade classmate — a Puerto Rican named, Willie Sanchez.  He told us to call him Willie.  He was so cute!   

Theirs was the perfect family!  Jorge wore gray suede shoes and cardigans advertised in Jet and Ebony magazines, and the children wore clothing from the Alden and Spiegel Catalogs!   Images were accessible and appropriated. The stories epic and uninterrupted — unless clarification was necessary, like “What time do the kids have to go to bed?” 

I loved The Supremes!  In the Sixties, Diana Ross was a delicate and beautiful remix of freedom from ugly restraint.   I could scan a page for her name and find her like code!  Ditty Bop.  I could imitate her voice, her tone, inflection, her vibrato, choreography and her mannerisms! 

In the Summer of 1965, I sang A cappella, “Where Did Our Love Go,” “Stop in the Name of Love,” and “Come See About Me,” on a makeshift stage in our back yard, and became an accidental star with a teenage fan base… but, I just wanted to be left alone to adore her.

Those oral narratives in the dark — were contiguous, on a continuum, interconnected, in medias res. When I think about — Trench People, I wonder what are Angela, Lisa and Nimrod’s musings and who are their muses?  What would they like?  What makes them click?  TP’s Muse board is visible/linked below.  It’s a living, breathing, WIP.  It’s the pink room in the attic all over again!   I wonder how my sister is doing?  I wonder what she’s thinking…

http://pinterest.com/sheltonspeller/tps-muse-board/

 

 

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