Sunshine Antler by Erica Loloff at Antlers and Poetry
Fleeting: [finale]
Fleeting: [finale]
Loosing love islike a tree –shaking [down] a seasonof unpredictable– leaves –
One stem of colorbreaking off at a time,carried and bundledin a flurryof unsightly wind –blown away from– forever –– fleeting –and, grey . . .[never to be seen again].Now, tormented feelings –
grown together in life –morph and tripto crack and crumble,in dried up veins of– exodus –Erica Loloff10/4/17
Lemonheads
“Your My Rock” Nest: Shannon Howrey; Antler + Concept: Erica Loloff
Fuchsia
Orange
Green
3 hooves
(lost) Found
(lost) Found
lost?
listen.
internal clarity forms
if focus falls
to your center –
your heart can hear it
in between the gravity
of push and pull.
Quiet. longer.
marked points strike –
spreading through you
and calling vital energy
back to the beginning
of your question (s).
Now, refreshed conception.
Pure-balanced cleansing
moving towards known
conviction(s).
Hold on – find lost.
Hold on peace to Found.
Found will guide you
to all that you surround.
Found.
2/14/09
inspired by the movie, “August Rush”
Erica Loloff
Stray Dog
Stray Dog
No more Elvin.
Took him for a walk,
and suddenly he became
Larry?
The kitties are glad,
but I am ultimately sad.
I love you Elvin-
I mean,
Larry.
10/26/98
Photos: Border Collie: “Diamond” who is now, “Annie”.
Babooshka
Sometimes,
I wish I were a cat.
No need for personal property –
Just existence.
1/27/98
Erica Loloff
Lime Light
Lime Light
Coated in goose bumps surfacing red –
She, went to bed
atop an open-eyed gaze
conscious,
with a ceiling of foreign moments –
mindful and recent
in her head.
Winding down,
She, took a reflective breath –
exhaling a constant deciphering stage.
Always on – this is that – where am I at.
Succumbing from the truth in her day-
She, threw the covers
over the sound of loud cultural play
entering through the shutters in the dark,
tingling with a light breeze –
up the legs of where she lay.
Becoming again in déjà vu –
She, took the physical cue,
making the choice
to lower the heavy lids of transition
dreaming and escaping
until the sun peaks shone again
through the oversized lime light
of waking without delay.
14.7.10
Erica Loloff
Dicey
Barbosa
Barbosa
Beating dark in ruby red
with gazing carmine reflection –
deeply fractured is the heart
pausing in discretion.
Vulnerable, fragile
soft and doubtful –
trust lacking in the wound.
Breathing out distracted pain,
from suffering that has foiled the gain
commences quiet –
seeping under a disjointed hush.
Now laying still in watching,
the pouring of desire
once more resumes –
contemplated into the depleted mold,
encased hence forth
with rivets of steel.
Convex calculation fills again
the surface –
re-forming the thought of love.
Close to wanting –
holding the wish of abundance
far inside the embrace
of lavished touch.
9/29/12
Erica Loloff
Play Moon
Play Moon
Pardon Me!
New Moon Rising
Sea-
Once I was a little girl…
I can make a circle with my arms, and shine light through my eyes.
I can stand and rise, yawn and spin, tilt and turn and lay down again.
I can look at the stars, cover my face and take a trip around Mars.
I can close my eyes, curl up in a ball and wake with the sun.
I can close my eyes and wake with the sun.
I can close my eyes and wake with the sun.
I could close my eyes and wake with the sun.
Pardon Me!
I run from cover to cover, level headed, eyes to the ground.
I sit in the dark absorbing light from a screen.
I complete normal tasks, task to never-ending task.
I struggle to breathe.
Sea-
I can turn off the lights and shine a flashlight in my face.
I can be hot and sweat out life.
I can close my eyes and wake with the sun.
I can make a circle with my arms.
I can stand and rise.
Once I was a little girl…
New Moon Rising-
Wanna play?
Erica Loloff 1/07
Sun Shine Skull
Kindred
Kindred
Time is the keeper of kindred unions –
traveled down roads that cross decision.
How quiet a tear falls in silent conversation –
wiped away with the brush of hopeful salvation.
Questions circle subtracted faces –
uncomfortably familiar in certain places.
How deep the burning still yearns
from taking turns
toward tainted, beaming treasure.
In Dark days, faith lays waiting
in the clutch of mustered words
clustered together –
all alone
on my mind forever.
2/3/07
Erica Loloff
Turkey Day – I am THANKFUL
Cowboy Legacy: Cody & Beyond
Cowboy Legacy
Cowboy with your grin on –
What’s callin’ you today?
You wake at dawn,
out workin’ til twilight –
takin’ your boots off
is only closer to puttin’ em on.
In the sun you turn –
more daylight to burn.
Circlin’ up stirred stock
does nothin’ to keep you on a clock.
You hustle as you rustle, injured or not.
No easy dismount to bring home a meal,
feedin’ your loved ones, that’s the deal.
Cowboy Posture – you’re cut out for it!
Like the fringe on your chaps,
and your western shirt with snaps.
The git along in your walk –
the country accent in your talk.
It’s sittin’ in the saddle that makes you rattle.
Settin’ your foot in the stirrup – mountin’ to ride
makes you feel the wrangler inside.
In the eyes of a horse – you know your potential.
Each rope you throw from the pommel is essential
in capturin’ your domestic hides,
upholdin’ your endurin’ and honored pride.
Tendin’ your livestock, is your only approach.
No way for other’s to encroach,
when poundin’ the posts with the wind in your face –
positionin’ your fence containin’ your pace.
You are tradition – genuine bona fide grit.
It’s somethin’ you’ll never forgit.
The old west you won’t be a ditchin’ –
no matter how many scars you keep a stitchin’.
Makes no difference if you’ve been thrown –
another broken bone.
You’ll get up again,
brush off your chinks and continue to ride.
Cowboy spirit – it’s inside.
You’re the toughest inspiration – a way of life.
From rodeos to roundups,
you’re surely bettin’ on somethin’ other than strife.
Livin’ large is how you jive –
integrity and doin’ it right is what keeps you alive.
Regardless of season, it’s the reason
you are stampedin’ to make your name –
followin’ other boot prints into the Cowboy Hall of Fame.
With a glance and the tip of your hat
you remain to be
the authentic icon you portray –
You are the cowboy way!
Erica Loloff, 4/5/11
Written for: Cody & Beyond Publication, 2011
Antler Art Published: Cody & Beyond, 2014