beautiful patterns everywhere— my anxious eyes rest on shadows, running along edges and staring hard until the picture changes, gets defined, becomes blinding and then visible—
changed, altered, simplified,
I am calm once again
Simplified Shadows
Category Archives: art
Windows, Visions and Flight
in the morning i stand at the window, the steam from my coffee makes me squint—
i think about windows, portals, visions of dreams, of flying
away and above and beyond what we know, through fields of corn and poppy
riding on the back of pick-up trucks to watch fireworks and feel alive again
Lately: In three parts
at night, we look at art; women with long dresses and ladders leaning on moons, curled up statues fight the
dark evening chill—fog rises from the damp leaves and seeps into our bones, into our exhaled breaths as we
contemplate unspoken questions, from unspoken conversations with dead poets and philosophers and husbands and wives
Late Spring
cardinals coming and going—flying through the slats on the little side porch, eating at the feeder, drinking in the fountain
a single peony shimmering in the morning sun
cups of orange spice tea on cool nights
family gatherings with pineapple popsicles
glasses of deep red wine into the night
cool linen sheets for afternoon naps
Violets and a Fox
there you were, sniffing the violets—
your shoulders hunched and your snout long,
your grey fur, a perfect camouflage on a misty spring night
Lyrics from this song: Rainbow in the Dark
Do your demons, do they ever let you go?
When you’ve tried, do they hide, deep inside
Is it someone that you know?
from the song, Rainbow in the Dark, and the album Holy Diver, 1983 written by Jimmy Bain / Ronnie James Dio / Vincent Appice / Vivian Patrick Campbell
Wish
A Crow in the Trees
the stillness of a perched crow—
perhaps it contemplates a distant destination,
the whisper of flapping wings,
the camaraderie of a journey at dawn across January skies,
or the solitary moment on the margin between flight and rest
Questions for Mona Lisa
Are you actually smiling? And if so, what are you smiling at?
What have you seen in the eyes of a genius, in the bedrooms of kings, in the closet of thieves?
Are you Lisa del Giocondo, or the Virgin Mary, or are you a female Leonardo?
What happened to your eyebrows?
Do you miss traveling?
Why aren’t you wearing jewelry?
Do you think you are beautiful?
Are you lonely?
Lately in Images
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