Mood moving

re: Friday, September 11, 2020 

I'm darting around behind
commemorations hoping to
not be seen.

My trumpet is in the shop
getting waxed and buffed.
I'm not feeling the tune.

A beautiful gray day.
A poem by P.J. Rockwell scrolls by.
I cried. I'll show you where.

What if nothing else ?

This. Only. No more.

A song by Willie pops up in my face.
Something about the ease of older age.
Nothing matters.

Except I cried.
Again.

Had enough.

Blessed.

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David L White
Poem parts
Friday, September 11, 2020 

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Posted with permission.

P.J. Rockwell

September 13, 2018  · 

THE LOST KISS

i approach your face with mine
at that oblique angle indicating
parting friends that kiss the air
next to a cheek turned just so,

doing this with all the passion
of a city clerk filling out a land
deed or transferring some title
that specifically outlines every

boundary between properties.
this seems fair. like the shared
air we breathe in the moments
as brief as comfort allows, but

shallow too just as our mutual
expectations in love assuring
us how safe such conditional
affections can be. yet oh how

i miss the lost kiss, passions
unrestrained as a child's joy
at anything new. or perhaps
this is what we are seeking,

to replace past puberty and
its demands. the unabashed
return to the thrill of playing,
the flutter in the stomach as

the swing hits the peak and
we hope to stay forever like
my lips do now not wanting
to leave your face or its air.

9/13/18
pj rockwell
262/365

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It Gets Easier

by Willie Nelson

WATCH

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NTiFS9g-v_o

LYRICS

https://mojim.com/usy106711x42x10.htm

It gets easier, as we get older

It gets easier to say "not today"

It gets easier, as we get older

To say "go away, not today"

I don't have to do

One damn thing

That I don't want to do

Except for missing you

And that won't go away

It gets easier to say "some other time"

It gets easier to tell the world to wait

It gets easier to watch the world fly by

And tell it, "I will catch up, but not today"

I don't have to do

One damn thing

That I don't want to do

Except for missing you

And that won't go away

Except for missing you

And that won't go away

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Buddy Cannon / Willie Nelson

It Gets Easier lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management

Needs better doodle stock.

Yes I needs better doodle stock.

Elsewhere Apparently

Elsewhere Apparently

Link to spoken word. Click here.

Elsewhere Apparently

More frequently I find myself safe and sound 
with here and now … on purpose
Look about and breathe

Elsewhere apparently. Could have fooled me 

Resting and recuperating from excessive internal 
and external explanations, demanding descriptions, 
and definitions, of everything that is not - apparently
- here and now

Content, happy, and satisfied enough with this 
self life story; multi-dimensional, eternal, ephemeral. 
Here again, here again, now, now, now.

Elsewhere apparently. Could have fooled me

And you? How I would love to sit with you and see 
your smiling eyes, go for the giggle and guffaw, 
you know how we do.

To see your favorite color. Hear your long full name. 
Smell, touch, taste, the stories of your many 
collections; people, places, things …. that

Elsewhere apparently. Could’ve fooled me

Editing the ending: How I would love to sit with you, 
simplifies to: I love you, and as you and I fall away,
there is little left but love - here again, now.

...

David L White
August 30 - Sept. 19, 2020
Sunday forever poem

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Trifles and palettes

 Stand up art on scored and folded 140# Canson. I call them Trifles. They mail in an A2 envelope. I’m expanding my new Daniel Smith Essentials into a Mijello Fusion as well as a John Pike Big Well palette.

Guided Hug Meditation

 Hi. My name is David L White.

Glad to be here with you. 

More, if you wish, at David L White .ORG

I’d like to share two minutes with you… 

We are collecting three memories to share 

over three breaths or a minute - whatever feels best.

You are safe and sound in the here and now, yes?

Wonderful. Relax. Feel your breath. 

Feel your chest rise and fall. 

Let your shoulders drop.

Bring to mind a time of great joy.

Smile at the memory.

Smiling, feel your eyebrows and forehead loosen. Relax.

If you feel safe you may close your eyes if you wish. 

To your memory of joy add a time of awesome wonder or beauty.

Gentle breath.

And Love. Remember love? Remember great love? Oh, my my.

Deep and gentle, we are going to take three full breaths in and out.

Pull your tummy at the end of exhale for more room to inhale. 

At the peak of inhalation, remember the joy, the wonder, and the love.

Exhaling, one at a time, let the memory melt down slowly throughout your entire body.

Three wonderful memories shared over three breaths.

I am done talking now for a minute. 

Let's begin.

…

…

…

Thanks. I feel better already.

Call it what you will; energy work, healing, etc.

Thanks for the hug.

Many Blessings,

David L White

www.davidlwhite.org

P.S. "This recipe works better with a pinch of love.” 

Vase Face Bookmarks

 An A2 Trifle, trim to bookmarks 5" x 2.125"

Pencil, watercolor markers, 110# index

Scout Lake afternoon

If I’m careful
(care full)

I can pretend the

traffic on Loomis

sounds like surf

Love the sun breeze

cue the salt spray

Already it’s 

departure 

time and ...

I don’t know what

to do with the 

airport

yet

…………

David L White

poem

August 21, 2020

Scout Lake Park

Santorini Trifles

Santorini Trifles

Santorini trifles,

linger on a paper beach, 

while blades soar aloft, 

swooping down for 

tourist crumbs.

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Poem w/pic

David L White

August 16 2020