Sunday, March 31, 2013

inside that bowl, I see the whole world

Between Heaven and Hell, 1989 by Jacek Yerka 
what powders I will find in the jars
the now dry petals are still so freshly scented
in my slumber I am lost to the world
stone is cold but my place is warm
that clutter calls out for order
no words are written on the walls
yet the spoons and ladles read the pit
give me a staff I will break the locks of the drawers
the moon may play a truant after dawn
I will then run after sunshine
seasoned flavors will never fail
it is never curtains for a cat

"alert in the walls, the couple watches 
while I ruminate my dominance"

Sunday, March 24, 2013

parallel universe

Not to be Reproduced, 1937, René Magritte
yesterday disguised as you
receded across nothingness
that hidden wound stirred in mind
like abrasive sand in jar of time
forgotten moments
I bury those under a tree

no reflection can compare with this
energy particles collect within the mirror
you must hurry to follow it
before it recedes and congeals in a heap

"that book you see
I had lost it aeon ago
only to find on the other side of a mirror"

Sunday, March 17, 2013

edging fires

Faun, Horse, and Bird, 1936
Pablo Picasso 
of all the places
I find you here
master of clandestine trysts
words you never wrote on the walls
why I find those in that street?
faint sounds of a train in the background
create a surreal atmosphere
I march towards the edge
do I see a change in your stance?
no one can share that tiny stretch
it's out there somewhere

"faces in the macabre will not allow me to die
I am mingling with the vision
just let me be'

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Boat that light

Meal Beach, Burra Isles, Shetland by Robin Gosnall 
a window in that water
is it a dream written in part?
a can of paint sprayed away the blues
my body is an outsider in that cold beach
I play a part 
such an intimate feeling
fearsome instincts are here to stay
what use is sprees of adventure?

"no one reserves the right to mock-
to cross that line, 
bury yourself in sand first"

Sunday, March 03, 2013

clinging to me

photo by TheFoxAndTheRaven 
I wish I was writing on sand
my blue dress clings to my body
I want wings to fly away
but the dust holds me to blessed coolness
you unbalanced my moorings 
that instant was lost in a moment
I was taken for a ride
but no more gasps
the wind may yet slap against me
snare of my cascading hair will beckon 
I will again look out for unlimited eternity

"who deserves what, can anyone predict?"