DISCLAIMER: ALL POETRY IS WRITTEN BY (ME): ERIKA PETRIZZO. ANY REFLECTION TO ANYONE ELSE'S WORK IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.. DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE TAKE ANY OF THE POETRY OFF OF THIS SITE WITHOUT MY CONSENT!
(The images found on this site can be found through Google Search Engine, Flickr or Photography of Friends. full credit is given for these images, unless credit cannot be found. images do not belong to me (unless otherwise credited)]]>http://thru-the-looking-glass.com/index.php?entry=entry100302-1358582010-03-02T00:00:00Z2010-03-02T00:00:00ZWOLVEShttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5uxJPjhSnHg
Please take a moment to watch the above video - & if you care as much as I do.. Please take action..
Thanks!]]>http://thru-the-looking-glass.com/index.php?entry=entry100302-1357182010-03-02T00:00:00Z2010-03-02T00:00:00ZWolvesPlease take the time to click on the link below and sign the petition to help save the wolves:
"Urge President Obama to stop Idaho's awful wolf hunt and restore Endangered Species Act protections for gray wolves in Idaho and Montana."
I'm very passionate about this animal and would REALLY appreciate it.... Thank You!
http://lnk.ms/0cGB6]]>http://thru-the-looking-glass.com/index.php?entry=entry090924-1602522009-09-24T00:00:00Z2009-09-24T00:00:00ZAdorationcould smell the lilac in her hair He waited ever so patiently wondering if she saw him standing there
And, as the line grew shorter Her book within his grasp He glided ever so graciously with adoration he could not mask
He laid the book down delicately Saw her grab her signature pen Starred longingly behind him -at each and every fan
She turned around and whispered to her partner sitting in his chair Looked up suddenly to face him the one who was waiting there
And, as she began to speak it she knew not what to say She scribbled the inscription however -and it went exactly this way
I've missed you all these long years since we went astray The story folded within this bind is of who we were yesterday The years sure have been kind to you I swear you look the same But, forgive me of my thoughtlessness but it hurts to write your name I'll never forget our time spent That you know is true Please remember one last thing this one is for you.
She closed the book tightly Held it out to him in a shaky hand A tear welt up so suddenly she knew he'd understand
He took the book at once gave her a quick wink and a smile Stalked off to his awaiting life still missing her all the while.......
Photo By: Cari http://www.flickr.com/photos/yyellowbird/ (love this photo)]]>http://thru-the-looking-glass.com/index.php?entry=entry090730-2138262009-07-31T00:00:00Z2009-07-31T00:00:00ZMarch 5, 2010...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DeWsZ2b_pK4
Tim Burton/Johnny Depp/Helena Bonham Carter..
Can't wait!!!!!!!!
]]>http://thru-the-looking-glass.com/index.php?entry=entry090729-1626092009-07-29T00:00:00Z2009-07-29T00:00:00ZRainfallthat sunless glow When clouds move in like a blanket of silvery blue -I waited Listened for his thunderous applause calling out for me Running out to greet him - As though my presence was all he needed to appear Flashes of light burst at either side of me And with one loud boom he was there I felt him all around me soaking me to the core My clothing - mere fabric that clung tighter/tightly Recalling the first time he came to me -in my slumber Where vast winds blew through the opening in my bedroom window Till the house shook, the floorboards creaked and raining down upon my bedroom floor till the rug was drenched beneath my feet I felt him there with me -love me And, I never feared; even as I watched branches shake at his anger Even as everyone else ran for cover I held open my mouth, stuck out my tongue and drank in his wonder.....
(when I started writing this - I swear it began to pour.. I sat as the rain soaked my feet- when I was finished writing it slowed to a drizzle.. I adore nature)
]]>http://thru-the-looking-glass.com/index.php?entry=entry090729-1556302009-07-29T00:00:00Z2009-07-29T00:00:00ZFool's Gold-that you come here and look -for things you will not find just as love is fleeting like harsh words never kind
I know!
Momentary heartache -cast away when written down You’ll never understand them These obscure strings which I am bound
And if words leave there mark here If it’s all I feel to say Hidden in this box or neatly tucked away
Unbridled passions Lived today / gone tomorrow And just as fools have their gold laments -upon which to share their sorrow…
]]>http://thru-the-looking-glass.com/index.php?entry=entry090728-1217442009-07-28T00:00:00Z2009-07-28T00:00:00ZThe Girl Under The Cherry Red UmbrellaAnd, aren’t they all the same The beauty and the cherry red umbrella I did not know her name
I moved ever so close to that empty bus’s stop The rain poured down upon me soaking from bottom to top
Her hair was matted nicely a tinge of honey to its hue She smelled of delicate roses I wondered if she knew
I sucked in deep a breath and let out a sigh But, she kept her eyes hidden and I wondered why
I looked at my watch still soaked now the time was almost spent I dreaded standing there foolishly my senses logged with her sent
I tried to get her attention figured anything would do Thought I’d introduce myself "Hello there.. I’m me, who are you"?
But the bus that pulled up then was not to be mine And, as I watched her board it knew I’d run out of time
She closed that red umbrella tucked it neatly in her purse Left me at that bus stop a broken heart to nurse
And, I’d wonder forever what her name was or if Id see her again But, in my lonely hours see her - I could always just pretend…
Photo By Joep Roosen: http://www.flickr.com/photos/joeproosen/]]>http://thru-the-looking-glass.com/index.php?entry=entry090727-1955192009-07-28T00:00:00Z2009-07-28T00:00:00ZThe Artiststrokes of shadows and hues of days long ago before singing these blues
Paint it for me like riding the waves of chocolate coded kisses that a child often craves
Paint it for me cradled in your arms when youth was all we knew and nothing went wrong
Paint it for me so that I can remember what it felt like yesterday when we echoed forever
Paint it for me ‘cause I swear I can’t recall when our eyes first locked when in love we did fall
Paint it for me that Summer time day when the light of the sun seemed to never go away
Paint it for me rolling down hills valleys that dipped and, I love you stills……
(Oxygen decided to play The Notebook back to back to back. Guess what I'm watching.. Save Me!.. This is what was born of the torture.. Allie's Painting + Noah's Poetry reading = "The Artist")
]]>http://thru-the-looking-glass.com/index.php?entry=entry090725-2010432009-07-26T00:00:00Z2009-07-26T00:00:00ZFisherman-a weary man sowing /reaping holding vastly before capsizing drowning
In a view up ahead -a vision / fair maiden with fins that did glisten & shine
He rubbed his eyes weary For he knew in the query -the scenario of his life in love he was blind
He baited his fishing line with worm on a hook thrown out before taking at least one more look and, hoped that his luck soon would change there
And, the wind did howl And the tide did change And the long ebony locks danced closer within the waves
She was beautiful -he knew this He could tell from a glance She was everything he deserved -after life’s loosing dance
But, as he reeled the line in for a much closer look Looked down at the fish That now sat upon his hook
The pretty maiden sat indifferent Looked up at the man -and made a face For in his was a trace of with anger -bitterness -and resentment
She recoiled just in time -jumped off his line and swam back into her watery enchantment.....
]]>http://thru-the-looking-glass.com/index.php?entry=entry090724-1128242009-07-24T00:00:00Z2009-07-24T00:00:00ZBallet Slippers-in simplistic harmony No longer in view are the narrow archways of that prison from where I made my escape A place where The Giant rested his head and, made his petty demands Just lullabies playing in my head now And, ballet slippers upon my feet Looking out into the star filled sky -free...
]]>http://thru-the-looking-glass.com/index.php?entry=entry090723-1046412009-07-23T00:00:00Z2009-07-23T00:00:00ZElephant Shoes (For Dylan)and laughter in her heart She stood upon the tips of her toes -& whispered “Elephant Shoes” And, her amber hair whirled ‘round, as her smile widened Till everything around her moved in oceans Mountains formed, upon whose hill-tops – greenery sat It was wondrous to behold -watching clouds part -hearing birds chirp Catching just a glimpse of his rays within her big dark eyes And, her skin like copper -soaked him in Long & longer still his scent like a kept secret lingered -within the flower beds -within a bees sting -within the flutter of a newborn butterflies wings The humidity of the air & the warmth of a summer’s breeze Waves of emotions She whispers “Elephant Shoes”...
]]>http://thru-the-looking-glass.com/index.php?entry=entry090722-0606062009-07-22T00:00:00Z2009-07-22T00:00:00ZDollyUpon a shelf She’s cunningly mischievous Sitting all by herself
She’s poetry in motion If only she’d talk Her eyes do haunt As upon you they stalk
Her hair long & raven Her eyes a green hue She’s hiding a secret If only you knew
She’s precision She’s amble She’s quite well aware The way that you watch her The way that you’ll stare
Her clothing well tailored To match her hair bows Her lips a Ruby Red Pursed just below her fine nose
She’s a perfect disaster Ripped right from your head That dolly/that trollop Insanity fed
You grab her so gently From her neck – risen And, smash her so delicately Upon the walls of your prison And, watch as the pieces upon the floor now do fall And crazily laugh -having had enough of it all…
Photo by: Squid - Wednesday Addams set http://www.flickr.com/photos/edstroman/]]>http://thru-the-looking-glass.com/index.php?entry=entry090625-0802152009-06-25T00:00:00Z2009-06-25T00:00:00ZEnjoy That RemorseWhat magic is this? To just not care -such is sweet bliss To not want to write or utter a phrase -of broken splendor -or fairy tale days The blinders are off now That poem was wrong There's no jilted lover -no thrown away song There's no melancholy There is no fear Only cherished moments -and loved ones to hold near No house on a lake -no tree/no brook No wasted laments for the love no one took No seaside bungalow No snowcap mountain No growing old or life's youthful fountain There is only today to be so grateful for Let the others plan out tomorrow Remorse is such a chore I'll no more worry -something's aren't meant to be That's for you now -no longer for me....
]]>http://thru-the-looking-glass.com/index.php?entry=entry090624-0656302009-06-24T00:00:00Z2009-06-24T00:00:00ZPainting The Roses Red As I stepped lightly through the white roses you’d left behind Tinged with guilt Where petals stood erect & smelled of delicious perfumes It was comical innocence Those days like cotton candy coded kisses When I buttoned up my blouse all the way up -and held onto the collars to conceal my shame I watched horrified whilst the other girls hiked up their skirts -and stained crimson upon their lips -with cigarettes in hand; -and called to the boys as their parents drove away Shock and disbelief But, it was upon my arrival into this most prestigious club -that I caught a glimpse of you Undressing me with your eyes, though I’ll admit I didn’t understand it And, as the Band played on – Imagine this: -a Lamb entering a Lion’s den I hadn’t a fighting chance Your hands were all over me before the music had stopped I rushed back home that night, changed -noticing your white roses were now dripping with wet paint -RED….
(still from Tim Burton's version of Alice In Wonderland)]]>http://thru-the-looking-glass.com/index.php?entry=entry090522-0603432009-05-22T00:00:00Z2009-05-22T00:00:00ZNeverland like Wendy Darling in the night needle in hand -waiting I've got it trapped safely here just within the confines of this old hope chest sitting at the window staring blankly at the moon -wondering In search of something unknown a childlike bond so innocent The dog is keeping guard, while the house is still little boys in their slumber and, still I sit -anticipating Wanting this sleep to come so that I too may drift off to Neverland And, as this fairy sprinkles dust upon my hair I close my eyes and dream of you, Peter Pan....
]]>http://thru-the-looking-glass.com/index.php?entry=entry090522-0545552009-05-22T00:00:00Z2009-05-22T00:00:00ZTorn Down-abandoned How thoughtful of you to plant those poppies to lay by my bed; their red hues held me captive for awhile But when the Sailors came and cast out their daisy chains -at once I felt what innocence felt like Child like dew splashed upon and over me in waves The lavish colors of the evening sun aroused me -awoke me from this melancholy No time to speak the words I so desired As the emptiness reminded me -no longer were visitors welcomed here No one here to admire these stone walls And, the dust that settled upon my floor boards dancing in time within the wind -upwards & in spirals For my story was about a girl -the one for whom I was built It was about a dream -his dream I stand still - awaiting mine....
Photo By Erika Petrizzo (taken today by Pier A - lower Manhattan)]]>http://thru-the-looking-glass.com/index.php?entry=entry090516-1511192009-05-16T00:00:00Z2009-05-16T00:00:00ZBroken-Late night Starring at the spotlight glaring down What a night -to have this drunken stumble -blinded through this inebriated stage She was lovely, -The Leading Lady, Jezebel -all decked out in lace – enticing And, yet I couldn’t remove these glasses -to see her face. Smelling the roses -intoxicated by Her perfume It was childlike -My miscommunication The words like anchors fought through me -too late as they fled my lips “I love you!” And as she smiled, wickedly -I knew She had me –hooked, wrapped cheatingly around her delicate hand I would have fought if only -She had given me the slightest chance But, it was too late, -I slipped through the trap door - -broken…
]]>http://thru-the-looking-glass.com/index.php?entry=entry090514-0911342009-05-14T00:00:00Z2009-05-14T00:00:00ZMoon Goddessso that I may enfold her close by my heart the way it used to be
Send her back to me for surely you don't love her and, she is not yours and, surely she doesn't belong there
Send her back to me send her straight my way please don't hesitate I want her back today
Send her back to me that's all that I ask of you cause I miss her so Oh, if only you knew.............
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