Directing the Master Scene in the Mirror

 

We’re standing behind you

The window is your mirror

We‘re filming your reflections

 

In the window

You can see

The teardrop on her cheek

The other tear — is in your hair

Reach up and wipe the tear

 

With your thumb

Roll the tear on your fingers

As if water — is on the wings

of a butterfly_

 

Now, your face is dry

You point and say something

Insignificant like

“See that gas station down there.”

 

Copyright © 2018 E Maria Shelton Speller

 

 

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 May 13, 2019 10:00 PM (EST), for 15 Muse Boards and 5K Pins.  

 

LOVE DIVINE [LD]

Five Weak Words

Brace Yourself_

Beautiful and vibrantly dyed locs_

Kanye West’s Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy

All You Want To Know

I’m not Shy_

[Point Him Out]

A Windy Summer Day — Vogue Italia_

[An Allusion to CAROL Coming Soon to Explode]

[The [Dollhouse] with the Red Corvette]_

Student Project by by Esther Van der Drift_

[Directing the Master Scene in the Mirror]_

Coils and Butterflies_

Art_

White Hot_

This is Why I Like Art_

Ten Iconic Fashion Photographers_

Ten Iconic Fashion Photographers_

Look Like Barbie, Smoke like Marley_

Ryan Gosling_

The Heat in the Red Dress_

[Marilyn Monroe and James Dean Smoking on a Balcony…]_

One Last Pin of Gosling_

[Champagne and Balloons in Gothic City]_

Aaron Dixon in Front of the Seattle BPP Office, 1968_

Peter Lindbergh — Comme des Gracons_

Twin Flames_

Frank in the Studio_

Girls Club_

Evolve so hard

Screencraft —   David Mamet_

Sheer Turtleneck_

Portishead — Glory Box_

Silencio_

Kerry Washington_

[I Didn’t Think it Mattered]_

Elizabeth Taylor — Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award_

[I Sold a Rock Opus to the Best Black Rock Band on the Planet]_

Alexander Lewis Turtleneck_

Rihanna Flaunts Her Figure in a Fuzzy Crop Top_

Ready to Wear_

Swan Queen_

[Skylar — Look at that face… that stop…those eyes!]_

Silhouette_

Valentim Quaresma_

Charcoal Face ~livinitallnow_

Hot Pants_

[An epic love Iliad]_

[Explode — The Writers Environment Presents]

Wide Silver Ring_

 

[Copyright] 2019 E Maria Shelton Speller

 

 

 

 

The [Dollhouse] with the Red Corvette

The [Dollhouse with the Red Corvette] is a lateral, vertical, linear, horizontal, and spherical art installation. It is a poesy puzzle for verse or graffiti, with sublime imagery. It functions like a mnemonic, a telltale pastiche for found poesy — in a digital world. Some of the pieces fit, and some are misfits — that lead to other immersions… in this stained-glass heaven — this society in the machine…

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Copyright © 2017, 2018 E Maria Shelton Speller. All rights reserved.

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

Overture:  Woodstock is an ensemble.  There are two voices and the beat in this WIP… the Narrator’s voice, Hitchcock’s, and “That Yoni” by JuseBeats!  

 

In a walk through Whole Foods like Hitchcock

In his magnum opus

about a world… full of extras

in architectonic loops and links, alliteration and reverie, force, ballast, fancy partitions, linear renderings, systems of reckoning and more — of her…

 

He wants

Beddo, Caprini, Dolce Sardo

Zufi, the Saperavi

He nods

 

I’m  thinking

Disappointed… in us!

[There’s no other way to say it — I can’t dress it up]

 

Caught between a slumbering scream and Vertigo

Cruising isles and isles of sweet and sour

People who think they are special

People who know they are not

People who wish they were

Impeccable

 

He wants

Beddo, Caprini, Dolce Sardo

Zufi, the Saperavi

 

Whispers prologue

Guess what we did?

A Springboard!

A party of twenty

Three couples played before

winking and willing

shills playing in the round

Lovely trips on the Hill

in augmented VR

 

I’m thinking…

Baby boomers had their turn Woodstock!

Barefoot bell bottomed hippies

Denim sweeping the ground

[Reserved]

[Reserved]

 

Revolutionary hair —  fists in the air

Dragging us back in the mud

Blunt antiquity

Move on Woodstock!

 

Take your shades, caps, change and loose articles

Bombs in black holes!

[Where did you go?]

 

We should be sunning in the Bahamas

chilling on hemp swings and

chairs swiveling in immersive environments

Higher than kite fights

A soaring for points experience

 

Get off the ride Woodstock!

You had your turn — at freedom

Thank you

 

Exit signs are easy to find — look

The dragon is in the window

Freedom is accessible

Wonder is a trip

with walk through assistants

Dreams of power and prizes

Optional…

 

Fall out and Jack into

a walk through Whole Foods like Hitchcock

in his magnum opus

about a world… full of extra

architectonic loops and links, alliteration and reverie, force, ballast, fancy partitions, linear renderings, systems of reckoning — and more — of her… virtually surreal

 

He wants

Beddo, Caprini, Dolce Sardo

Zufi, the Saperavi

 

Whispers song

We don’t want to feel we’re high…

We just want to think we’re high

in Dubai

 

We don’t want to feel we’re high…

We just want to think we’re high

in Dubai

 

Copyright © 2016 E Maria Shelton Speller. All rights reserved.

 

 

I’ve toyed with a conundrum, for too long. [Reserved][Reserved] functions like a digital art installation in Woodstock! (WIP (x Bars)).  I could render [Reserved][Reserved] a mechanism – to catch That Yoni’s beat in perpetuity.  I could close the brackets with bars that fills your loins with blood.  I could leave redundant emptiness here — like tautology or romanticized art, or structural language — in this bifurcated space, like stars.

I could invite Poets to fill the empty bars for [Reserved][Reserved]

 

 

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

 

Overture:  Woodstock is an ensemble.  There are two voices and the beat in this WIP… the Narrator’s voice, Hitchcock’s, and “That Yoni”.  See Side Bar by JuseBeats!  

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