Category Archives: Art

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

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.