Thursday, February 15, 2018

Marie Bortolotto 2018


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Saturday, December 16, 2017

Abstract Collage 2017 by Marie Bortolotto

Marie Bortolotto 2017

A Way

A way to pure joy
is in the morning sunlight's hiyo bird
chanting from the swaying top of a tall bamboo.
Glimpsed between the other swaying fronds and blue sky
beyond the yellowed blades of leaves,
he calls. I answer. He answers back.
Again and again until whether it is his sounds or mine is gone
and I am bird, sunlight, long swaying fronds.

- Edith Shiffert 1916-2017, American Poet

Monday, November 27, 2017

Marie Bortolotto 2017

November fades,
white clouds hover
over my heart.

- Haiku by Marie Bortolotto 2017



"We must dream our way."
-Pablo Neruda

Monday, October 9, 2017

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Even my shadow
Moves as I do in the moon
Listless October.

Haiku by Gerald Visenor, 1934 -
American Anishinaabe writer and scholar






Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Artist Marie Bortolotto 2017

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Marie Bortolotto 2017


Poems by Stonehouse

I move my bookstand to read sutras by moonlight
I honor the buddhas with a vase of wild flowers.


A hundred years slip by when you are free
ten thousand cares dissolve when you are still.

Stonehouse (1271 - 1352) Chinese Zen Monk Poet

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Marie Bortolotto 2017

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Marie Bortolo
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I just discovered Benedetto Marcello 1686 - 1739 born in Venice
Italian composer, writer, advocate, magistrate and teacher.
These were all painted to Marcello's sonatas and psalms.

Saturday, August 26, 2017

Monday, July 17, 2017

Marie Bortolotto 2017

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Noisy city -
I long for silence.

- Marie Bortolotto



Don't disturb me,
I'm writing poems to save myself
from silly poems.

- Marie Bortolotto



it's late.
The night is silent.
I sit alone,
listening for poems
that fly in the dark.

- Marie Bortolotto



the hungry city
encroaches on my dreams.
Where can they hide?

- Marie Bortolotto



the idleness
of a summer breeze -
moving shadows at my feet.

- Marie Bortolotto


Walking, walking, walking.
I escape the clickety clack of the city.

- Marie Bortolotto