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

 

 

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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_

 

[Copyright] 2018 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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