// I don’t want to leave her now,
You know I believe and how //Paul and Linda (and Martha!) in Something
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An interpretation of an original photograph by @inrumford, a wonderful photographer and poet.
Thank you, my friend, for permitting me to render as best i could your beautiful photograph.inrumford’s photography and poetry
2018-10-21
Canson XL watercolor paper, 12″ x 9″
Master’s Touch watercolors (tube) and brushes
a fine piece of work Bill!
Joni Mitchell, covershoot for one of the greatest albums of all time, 1976’s Hejira, by Norman Seeff. “I suppose a lot of people could have written a lot of my other songs, but I feel the songs on Hejira could only have come from me.”
i wish i hada river
I could write you a song
as we sit by the fire
and sing it in any
key you desire
tomorrow calls
like a plea in the night
tomorrow calls
I push it away
tomorrow calls
it won’t give up the fight
tomorrow calls
I’ve got nothing to say
I could paint you a picture
in all shades of blue
just so you know
it was painted for you
we could float on a dream
our backs to the sky
the stars up above
never wondering why
tomorrow calls
like a plea in the night
tomorrow calls
I push it away
tomorrow calls
it won’t give up the fight
tomorrow calls
I’ve got nothing to say
we could lie ‘neath the stars
the whole night through
you’d name one for me
I’d name one for you
we’d lie there until
each one of them falls
at the moment in life
when tomorrow calls
tomorrow calls
like a plea in the night
tomorrow calls
I push it away
tomorrow calls
it won’t give up the fight
tomorrow calls
I’ve got nothing to say
one late Autumn day
I felt as a leaf
looking for Summer
lost in my grief
knowing there was
Winter to pay
I lay me down
and floated away
in the bleakness of life
where nothing survives,
we wait on tomorrow
yet it never arrives.
it is but a concept
where maybes’ exist,
where lovers embrace,
where we may have kissed.
a construct of dreams
where true loves await,
where it’s never too soon
nor ever too late.
tomorrow, a place
where nothing is grim.
where inviting waters flow,
and in them
we
swim.
what shall we do
with tomorrow?
what
shall
we do
with the winds
that don’t blow?
what
shall
we do
with the things
we don’t know?
where
will we bury
our sorrow?
what
shall
we do
with tomorrow?
dinner date
When you’re young, you think you’re going to change the world. Then when you get older you’re like, “The world’s not going to change.” You can only carve out your little corner, make an impression, do good work, and be kind. But that’s about all you should want out of this world.
Peter Dinklage
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