A piece
of me
dangles
above
newborn
eyes-
Legs jig
arms spin
but that
ball
of intellect
lies
that ball
of rage
cuts
this ball
of love
falls
and
bounces
away.
We are at root causes.
Scent of remembered
sweat:
through cracks
it drips,
Yet now–
…silence…
(c) Rob Goldstein 2015-2020
Another very strong and good poem, Rob. I love the picture too.
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Thank you, Robbie. I think that mural is gone now. I’m glad I took the shot while it was still fresh.
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Reblogged this on Survivors Blog Here Mental Health Collaborative .
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Reblogged this on Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie ~ Authors.
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Wow amazing as always Robert!!
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Thanks…I’m glad you like it…
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Did you do this piece of Artwork in your Featured Image, Mr. Goldstein? I absolutely love the deep, rich colors!
Claudia
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Thank you! I just found your comment in my spam folder. The art work was done by an extraordinary wall muralist named Sam Flores. I took a photograph of the mural and processed it to bring out the richness of the color. When I framed the photo it brought this poem to mind.
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Thank you, Robert!
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Love the poem
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Thank you, Kitt
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Reblogged this on Br Andrew's Muses and commented:
I don’t know how I missed this one, Robert but I am reblogging 1 and 2
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Thank you Brother Andrew!
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pleasure – keep writing
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Thank you Brother Andrew.
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Rob,
First, are you fine ?
Second, the poem is full of insight. How did you find the mural and why do you think it will go away after some time ?
Susie
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I’m ok…not good or bad.
Wall murals don’t last long in San Francisco. Our whether is humid, people scratch them, they get dirty, faded and they crack from our constant mini-quakes.
I have dozens of photographs of gorgeous murals that have vanished since 2011. I’m glad you like that second poem…:)
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Mesmerizing poem and vibrant, magical art. Lovely, Robert 🙂
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Thank you for reading it and leaving a comment…
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Hospital? What’s up?
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I found some hand written journals from a hospitalization.
It had poetry in it. I wasn’t motivated to edit any of it until Christmas Eve when I saw these murals on Haight Street.
This one with the boat brought the title came to mind and I remembered the journal.
So I took some shots and transcribed the poetry and posted this one.
I just finished another one.
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Oh wow…that must have been an amazing find.
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I’m glad I was able to bring out the color in these. I also corrected some of the wear. I’ve since learned that the muralist is Sam Flores: http://www.upperplayground.com/collections/sam-flores
Thanks for leaving a comment.
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Why do I see quilts in almost all of your art? When I used to make them, I would have been asking you if I could reproduce your art into a quilt. SIgh.
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If you want one…let me know and I’ll send you something…
I’m going to re-shoot this mural. So many of the truly beautiful wall murals in SFO are obscured by parked cars…I really want to see if I can get the whole painting before it wears away.
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I really appreciate it but I no longer make quilts. I lost the desire when I lost everything else. Sigh. Betrayal is a destroyer.
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Yes…Betrayal can potentially destroy our faith in ourselves.
If you ever feel like giving it a go say the word and I’ll let you use any image you want…:)
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Much obliged 🙂
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🙂
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Beautiful verse and art, Robert. Wishing you the best of everything in the coming year. 🙂
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Thank you…and Happy New year to you as well…:)
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Thank you for the share…:)
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