GUINEVERE VAN

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Magic tumbled from. Her pretty lipsand when she spoke the language of the universe - the stars sighed in unison.

Maxine, back from a weekend with her boyfriend,

Smiles like a big cat and says

That she's a conjugated verb.

She's been doing the direct object

With a second person pronoun named phil,

And when she walks into the room everybody turns :

Some kind of light is coming from her head.

Even the geraniums look curious,

And the bees if they were here, would buzz

Suspiciously around her hair, looking

For the door in her corona.

We're all attracted to the perfume

Of fermenting joy,

We've all tried to start a fire,

And one day maybe it will blaze up on it's own.

In the meantime,she is the one today among us

Most able to bear the idea of her own beauty,

And when we see it,what we do is natural:

We take our burned hands

Out of our pockets

And clap.

"London Underground" oil on canvas 130/100cm,2018

An apologetic lover,

A smile behind the frown,

A guilty conscience,

Have not confessed yet but stills knows what flickers the heart,

It's poetic how something can be so beautiful before it even started,

It's something to be happy about because the ones who care have the widest smile on their face,

Than measuring it's speed

Let me look upward into

The branches of the towering oak

And know that it grew slowly and well.

Slow me down,lord and inspire me

To send my roots deep into the

Soil of life's enduring values

"Sitting on the porch, of our lakehouse.

Elvis Presley play's on radio, thinking of something to write about, i just sit there blank with my monochrome glasses and the HB pencil on my lips, trying to get an idea of a beautiful imagery that i remember from a few years back,but the dialogues of "gone with the wind" and retro songs and an aesthetic profile revolves around my mind.

The door opens,a woman, beautiful with hair that touched her elbows and eyes that had idea came out with a cup of tea in her hand, she says "you've been out here for 3 hours now atleast eat something,here i brought you some tea" the weather seems great for a cup of tea in the evening i say "ah thank you my love what else can be better than a cup of tea on an autumn evening"

She sits besides me while handing me the mildly hot cup of tea, "what are you thinking about for so long" she asks "nothing love just thinking of writing a short abstract for the art convention"

"oh so what have you wrote until now ..?" she leans into the notebook to find empty pages with a sketch of an oak tree. "you've not even tried.! What are you thinking now" she says "nothing just been stuck on something"

The feirce rain making my hair messy, the cup of tea now cold "i feel scared,does she know..?i should hide this ring now,I have to propose to her but i just feel scared, i know marriage is beautiful but it takes the fun out,should i ask her or should we live like this with our undying love" i whisper to myself, the seaguls interrupt my thoughts lot, the waves colliding with the rocks takes my attention. "oh god the seaguls,they interrupt me so much" i was holding on to my pockets while saying that

"but they're beautiful, come with me." "what where..?" "just will you follow me..? " i stood up the wind is a bit smooth now, it feel cold but also warm because she's holding my hand. The sun is setting, it's almost like the monochrome backgrounds, i look straight at the oak tree in our backyard,the sun setting behind it, the tire swing worn out, she takes me to the tree and asks me "do you remember when we planted this..? "

"yes i do, 2 years ago when we shifted here "

"do you remember the poem you told me when we were planting this tree..? "

"yes i do, oak in autumn by Lydia Howard"

"I fell in love with you twice,once when you confessed to me when you were scared to loose me, second when you told me that poem 2 years ago while planting this tree,but now it's the third time I'm about to fall in love, "

"wait !what did i do..? "

She kneels down, reaches her back pocket,takes out a ring. I get surprised and take the box out of pocket open it to find no ring in it .

"i found it in the morning while you were taking a shower, you've been acting kinda weird from the last 2 days,i thought something was wrong so i checked your mail and it showed a ring delivered to you,i searched for it and found it easily, you are bad at hiding thing"

Me standing there with teary eyes asks her "what happened to the stone face huh not so scared you are now"

She says "oh just shut up and tell me" her voice tone changed and she asks me in a calm way "will you marry me my cowboy..?will you go on this everlasting adventure with me..?"

I start to. Cry and says "yes, yes i will "

*Central park*,New York

Retro art