To the blue, I leave you, and to the oranges and reds.
For you know where the peaches fell,
And where the plums, and the pomegranates, bled.
Canvas 1,240 — August 20, 2019
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Tag Archive for ‘Art’
How pale is wish, and hope,
in light of pain and sweet surprise.
How useless is want,
at the glorious tremor of a need.
Going Home — August 10, 2015
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Going Home
When I say is, of course I mean seems.
Canvas 1,239 — August 12, 2019
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Canvas 1,239
Canvas 1,238 — August 11, 2019
If I am what I eat, I would rather be a bowl of ripe berries than a plate of spiced beef.
If I am what I think, I would rather be a waterfall than a flag or a border.
If I am what I believe, I would rather be free than blind reason and order.
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Canvas 1,238 — If I Am
Canvas 1,093 — Climbing Mt. Lassen
All our then and all our now, caught up in a butterfly migration. August 7, 2019 [ 473 ]
Sunday Stroll
Potted yard-gnome in a clump of dry grass girl at a window of unwashed glass and the shopkeeper turns it over and says look at the back here is the artist’s signature but I see bird tracks and arthritic hands the colored paths of an old butter knife and the child at the window is an old woman now so beautiful down from the shelf and the shopkeeper smiles when […]
Art Lesson
Then, sang the painter to the sky, Jump in, jump in, teach my birds to fly! July 23, 2019 [ 458 ]
If this is a perfect world, then I,
being part of this world, am perfect too.
If this is not a perfect world,
then I must be an imperfect judge.
If this world is a ball of light in a reader’s hand,
or a pound of fine chocolate,
then I am a sweetly rising sun,
an intensely living man.
Canvas 958 — July 8, 2017
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Canto — Canvas 958
This old battlefield is more than a place.
It is a face. It is grace.
Canvas 1,237 — July 13, 2019
No One Asks the Soldiers
When they’re dead,
they all look so familiar.
Songs and Letters, March 20, 2008
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Canvas 1,237 — No One Asks the Soldiers
Canvas 1,236 — June 23, 2019
Why Noah Drank
He still heard them
scratching,
pleading,
beating
on the ark.
Songs and Letters, June 18, 2008
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