Tag 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

Hands

We were slow shuffling up Pilot Street

I promised I’d show you where fairies reside

Sea was roiling west winds were sighing

Stop for flowers we lingered no consultation between

Sometimes kindred depend on synchronicity not words

Man and his camera honouring life beneath stoic Garry Oak

We decide it’s phenomenon worth brief watching

But it’s the mirror on a trunk affixed askew

Spoke to me about what to do

And I like the way you smiled your acquiescence

Raise your small open hand you gentle friend spirit

I know the difference between a wave of hello and

Help I need rescue

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

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.