Neon Squiggle Art

I suppose that I could have been an artist if not for the fact that I possess little or no artistic ability.  Fortunately, this minor detail was swept away one stormy night in September of 2005 while flying from Halifax, Nova Scotia to Boston, Massachusetts with hurricane Ophelia bearing down.

Perhaps it was circling above Boston in a holding pattern for an hour in clouds and being able to see only the lights of other planes passing by at an uncomfortably close distance that provided the inspiration.  Or, on the other hand, perhaps it had absolutely nothing at all to do with that.

Whatever the cause, I had an epiphany and the very next day I began creating my Neon Squiggle Art, which is shown below.

A few weeks later, I had another revelation — these pictures perfectly represented some of the poems I wrote 37 years ago and so I added them to the composition.  You can read the rest of the poetry at the My Poetry page on the menu to the left.

Click on the pictures for a larger view.

Migration	If the sky is blue And the sea is green, Why isn’t it turquoise In between?
Reflections	Me and myself will go, You and yourself can come too, I don’t know where we shall go But I don’t care, do you?
Astral Projection	Oh! Where e’er the cretinous woodbine Doth chance to flee and roam, I’ll follow on me rockin’ ‘orse And fetch the bugger ‘ome.
Rendezvous	You came like you went With your head sort of bent And your nose sticking up in the air. You went like you came, Don’t suppose I’ll see you again, Now I realize I don’t really care.
Rain	Thoughts going through my brain Burn like the hottest flame, Calling out your name, Sweet as the taste of rain, Can’t hardly feel the pain.
Ephemeral Void	A Scotsman, name of John Willy, Says his kilt is ever so chilly And to keep out the cold, Or so I’ve been told, He wears his wife’s bloomers so frilly.
Paradise Misplaced	Tempestuous white horses, Riding sweet mermaids, Entangled in seaweed, Defying all forces. Over tumultuous coral reefs, Where kippers chase sardines, King Neptune does his job, And shatters all beliefs.
Time	The dawn is breaking, My body’s aching And my feet are numb with cold. I’ve boiled my head ‘Till I’m nearly dead Because I’m so frail and old.
Conspiracy Theory	Do I spin the early sun, Or sip the morning dew? Do I quit before I’ve won Or laugh at the state on you? Oh my darling, yes I don’t!
Fire and Water	Will I douse the light that shines Or touch the stars below? Will I become aged with lines Or destroy the one I know? Oh my darling, yes I won’t!
Ships Passing in the Night	Shall I walk the plank for her Or wipe her from my mind? Shall I become a failure Or treat you so unkind? Oh my darling, yes I shan’t!
Donairs	Can I see the spectre dark Or cause the Earth to stop? Can I catch the jumping spark Or chew the mountain top? Oh my darling, yes I can’t!