Eat & Chew Overdone Laughter

Limes & Gladiolas

Sitting by the Limes

Hockey on T.V.

Left Side (L.S.)

Dark-haired Man

in black turtleneck

Far Right (F.R.)

All shapes & colors

of glass bottles

in between L.S. & F.R.

“Domes of Glasses”

Man with dark

hair, white golf

shirt & trendy

eyeglasses at

opposite end of bar

(O.E.O.B.)

and out past O.E.O.B.

a heritage brick

BLDG 6 storeys

high with 3 trees – light green dark green yellow-green mix

Woman with

long hair

Heads thrown

back, mouths

open wide:

showing strong

white teeth

Laughter, loud,

overdone, new

relationship

excites.

Hands waving

up, back & forth

up & down very

fast, now steadied

by a glass of wine.

He manfully

eats & chews

his meal as if

he has taken

big bites of her

and is digesting

this encounter.

His hard &

punishing body

language softens

with his “kitten”

next to him &

he begins to

settle into an

interview by

learned response.

The line is the

same well

rehearsed,

mandatory prelude

to a loving interlude

Her finger waves

& points, he leans

forward, appearing

interested.

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

Get Lippy!


What Next!

I’ve come to grips with my lips.

Last year the magazines said they were too thin.

The year before that they were too wide.

Other years the mags described them as too pouty,

too droopy, too dry, too wrinkled, too cracked,

too full, too, too, too………….. my two lips!

“Lippy” – given to back talk.  (Merriam-Webster Online)

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

Magnificent Mannequins

"Manikin Profile"
"Untitled"
"Manikin Reflection"

I take artistic license and paint this Mannequin in poster pretty colors.

"Owns" the City!

Mark Teasdale is a Professional Photographer based in North Vancouver, B.C.  To view the scope of his work online please click on the following link: http://www.flickr.com/photos/24346373@N08/

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

“Tick Clock”

Clock

Slept in

to 10:23 a.m.

Needed it.

Asa was talking to me

at 6 a.m.

I was so tired

I couldn’t respond…

And,

they,

my dreams,

were pulling me back

into them.

He wakes up,

between 4 and 6 a.m.

each morning,

to feed

his business and financial anxieties.

He lets the reins of

negativity and hopelessness

loose,

and the beast

of despair

plunges him into

conflicted mindstreams.

He hurls rocks toward

himself,

as he projects

frustration,

into his opening hours

"Asa at Nine A.M."

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

Argent March To the Tulips!

Desaturated Color
"My Inside and Outside Don't Match"
"I Feel Really Frail, Weak... "
" ...and Close to Death Often"
"Yet, My Exterior Looks Healthy ..."
" ...Strong and Well"

The water’s slapping at the rocks along the seashore.  Two black crows are dropping single barnacles onto the black parking lot below me.  Once the shell cracks, their hungry beaks break into them and pull the contents out, stretching it like a rubber band. An airplane hums along with Sarah Vaughan.  As the plane’s engine gets louder a piano riff is heard from the background.  The candle flame keeps me company as does the electric baseboard heater that just clicked on and is making its spring-loaded clicky sounds.  All this is a comfort.

A man’s red all-weather jacket lights up the gray surface of the Seawalk.  Sarah Vaughan sings, “It’s just my luck to be in love with you” to the man’s back, as he takes slow strides forward, keeping his hands in his pockets, never straying from the carved granite curb of the walkway.

Where am I in my life?

The message at the yoga class is: do not be judgmental.  I concentrate on remembering this as I go along, feeding the inner critic cream puffs to keep its mouth full, so I don’t have to listen to its outbursts.  I keep the faultfinder noshing instead of gnawing at me.

Sometimes it’s okay to have cold arms, a clean kitchen, and time to watch the raindrops collect on the window glass while sunflower seeds roast in the oven.  I’ve put the French station on the radio hoping to hear some jazz.  A train is coming from the East.  It’s a very short one:  only eleven cars; some with well integrated graffiti striking their sides.

Mid-afternoon and the rain is tickling the sea; making the water laugh.  An orangey-red and white boat stands out; motoring by it looks like a running shoe.  A gray gull waves his wings up and down above the water shaking a heavy rain out of his feathers as he flies through an unexpected cloudburst.  The atmosphere is argent:  monochromatic.

The day seeps into night and into 2:30 a.m.

It’s pouring.

The sound of the rain.

The rain’s texture,

Its sticks of water

plummeting toward the ground.

I wake up and my color is back!

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

Age-Old Dolls


"Age-Old Dolls"

You just want to be

a little girl,

Find your voice

before you

become

hard around the mouth.

Go out in

the world,

just to see

and feel

crimped tops

on the grasses!

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

Fire Your Preachers!

River Body

Mid-Capilano River

Tear down your

temples,

Fire your preachers.

Run outdoors

and

listen to the river

speak!

The trees flock

together to

hear it.

They stretch

their arms out

toward it.

A thousand

meditations

cannot do as

much for me as

twenty minutes

by your bed.

The rocks are

instruments

you play and your

notes transcend

my mortal frame.

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

Imprinted/Impermanent Boneyard

Evanescent, Fleeting, Mortal, Perishable, Corruptible, Changeable, Unstable: Impermanent

“The magic of photography is the photographer’s ability to squeeze an instant out of time and allow it to speak in its own tome; a decaying and wrenching lament.  A measure of time by the smooth to the lined, the upright to the fallen, the here and now to the end.”  (N.R. Rigets)

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets