Between pieces suspended
voices of past occupants whisper
from red brick walls
Impressions In Galleries
Category Archives: Art
Wall Art
They are selling their condo
all inclusive reads the promotional draw
You’ll get everything you need to live well
There’s a stove and a washer
refrigerator, a red sofa, and two beds
A mirror in the hallway so you always
have someone you can tell your troubles to
Drift in and out each of the five rooms
a virtual tour riding tilted on a giant balloon
Each wall’s smooth as sheer windswept cliffs
no art or books here to hold or pause to gaze
Curious returns to the shining hall mirror
condolence messages via a smudged screen
You must be so lonesome here
Art
Why should I want to contain you
Place your beauty within this cage in this frame
For is not arresting all at the essence of Art
Fragrance of imperfect freedom
An unleashing
Flight from confinement
Escape from ordinary
Exploration of sensescapes no corporeal beings roam
Wings
Logic and deduction and evidence and explanation
Too loaded to follow
A bridge deconstructed an outline made of squint
Lace and velvet satin and flowers rivulets of sky in an ocean of dream
Scenes of an unscene
Can I slip into my/your/our centre in secret moments
Touch your raw naked pulse
Feel
What it is to know truth at the intersection
Where imperfect breath and depth of life exchange promises
Without uttering a sound
But a shift
Caught drifting soft past
A presence
Something there
Love is a Blank Stone
found your declaration
sprayed passion on stone
wondered as i passed
hands in pockets
if you scrawled that one
below
before or after
Tom
From this rock
worshippers say
One Hundred Years past
Tom’s vision transcended
earthly bondage
Or was it just
he could paint in silence here
conjure colour from wings of passing loons
interrupted only by subtle
changes in the wind?
Forty
In a park
quiet near the station
forty silver chairs
beckon you
read their lines
aloud while
strolling between maples
in shade
friendship
celebration
honour
one city’s gift to another:
forty poets
whisper
bonne fete et
many more…
Kindred
You, obscure and unknown
lonely quiet inside-looking-outters
bearers of fragile hearts beating earth minderers
early morning vision scribblers
imaginating further world articulators
colourers in darkness
openers of windows
unlockers of doors
shatterers of blinds
unseen dancers in moonlight
reciters of poetry by candlelight
painters of lifebreath on cool basement walls
believers in things that hardly matter at all
hallucinators of Beauty amidst shatter and rubble
You, stragglers lingerers
dreaming humming sudden songsingerers
moongazers stargliders
slow walkers between frenzied hurry-up-or-you’ll-be-left-behinders
seekers wanderers
hitchhikers cosmic giant thumb colliders
rainy night half naked pale horse riders
hopeful rhythmic intoxicated drumbeaters
sometime purple feather and white lily flower eaters…
I love you.
Poetry
I do not love you,
Poetry
I do not swim in your
Oceans
I do not dream of your
Embrace
I do not sing your praise
I do not long for your
Touch
I do not ponder your ethereal
Realities
I do not seek, beseech, or need you
I do not often think of you
I do not deep breathe you
I do not awaken from dreams aching and
Yearning
I do not call out your name
I do not expect your essence shining through mere
Words
I do not dance to your mad restless
Rhythms
But sometimes I recognize you there,
Beckoning
purplewhite shapeshifter emerging from the rubble
Lightstepping
along the edges of the ordinary and the
Sublime.
They
Who are they
When did they meet
What drew them together
Why in that room
Where the music muted
With the mule trough bone dry?
Poetry
Poetry books:
letters on rough pages
ghost dancer spaces
grotesque urgent graces
shifting read lines
re-deaf-fine
my cover
design.
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