The wheel of the year turns and I roll with. My eyes will not rest and my head is full of imagery, which is dipped in the pools of my excessive romanticism, dried by the breeze of my ego and ends up on a piece of canvas…
There is no doubting that I fall low in the ranking of technical ability – but I love to create. I hope to at least capture the essence of what it is I’m feeling and curse like a scoundrel when my hands betray me.
But even those not thought of as brilliant are capable of moments of brilliance…
Let it be that I have at least one moment!
Tony Elliott is a member of A Novel Idea, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Blue Room, Challenge Café, Fungilicious, Kustom Kulture, Pentacle Passions, Practising the Dark Arts, RedBubble Nude, RedBubble The City, South East UK, The Word Tree, This is England and United Kingdom.
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Keep dancing, ignorant hip-to-hip, stray bump, and a squeeze and lip-to-lip we are lost behind our closing eyes.
Now I play and by my will I bring it.
...there is an arrogant fat cat in the front row bellowing at my dancing whore-come-good.
They say he would have killed me…
...I danced in Latino heels / To steal the minds of men…
The curved black sword hissed out of its diamond encrusted scabbard and swept the air…