Taste the Rainbow: GUM and St. Basil

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Though I’ve since returned to Yaroslavl, I’ve still been thinking a lot about Moscow while sorting through the hundreds of photos I took there.  A few places in particular stand out to me, both in terms of their brilliant colors and designs, and also their rich history.  These two buildings, located diagonally from each other on the Red Square, represent very different institutions and very different eras but are equally beautiful (if a little strange).

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dreaming of russia and so I thought it was all big black cloaks and smoggy air, naughty secrets and dark alleys instead the most colourful city I have ever had the pleasure to see.. and so it moves up and up my list in speed I hope to be there one day in the not too distant future!

At This Point In Time

Reblogged from Dean J. Baker - Poetry, and prose poems:

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I don’t know what I will do, if anything; when so much pressure comes to bear, I guess I’ll have to be myself, whatever that means: these days when everything is bought and sold out again

It didn’t have to be flesh, or mind – I would have settled for a chance at ordinary heroics; the kind that leave you weeping, or blind to the death that has made what I say appear: as if a metaphor for something else, instead of reality…

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small in size, big in power,perfectly rounded poetry.

Something jumbled seeking the essence of letting go.

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She is honey dripping behind

enwrapped in some kind of effigiy

Changing paces in a slow speed

always moving

concrete streets damage souls

swiftly digressing from the path

of which souls have no holes

instead a lightness which  brings

a sweet smile to face a light footed encounter

constantly changing and she fears

the silent whispers that seek to destroy

any hope for a kind of wonder

until the sun does set

and the moon does rise

such legacy shall never lead to demise

of the frightened strong child

powerful to the sources of mighty strength

she will always wander along

above and beyond,across and away

and takes in the notion of the cold

and glows iridescent in sunlight

she is one of mumbles and stumbles

tripping across phrases,lazy bathing

crossly obeserving their pebble like ways

So now in the window sees

Silence that seeks approval

her needs met subsequently

and future ponderings dismissed

it is in stillness that is the game

a hide and seek, wait and see kinda summit

Fulfilling all needs to just be,

be alone and be free

She is you and you are me.

And that is the end and start of this sorry tale

Flash Poem Born from Surface of the Sun

Mother of creation

Wrap me up in your will

Watch me as the ink spills

Turn children back to innocence

Protect them in imagination

Give back the honour of being old

Protect them in wisdom

Show us the greatness that unfolds

Summon beauty from our souls

Christen the world and touch it with light

Silence this very human plight

Comfort us as footsteps plunder

Wiping out generations from fear and greed

May it be no more

Comfort us in these times of darkness

Notes as soothing as lullabies tinge the air

Kindness seeping through the cracks

All from the creative beauty that is life.