Tag Archives: painting
Man’s crisis of faith, bailing, fiercely, flames and dearth– How to birth perish. Advertisements
Mother, without your touch, blood-lush access to eternity’s grasp, I am rudderless, and adrift, in a world that shits on innocence. ………………………………….. Daughter, without you to hold, a promise illumined into love’s totem, I am sunless, and moonless, a stray … Continue reading
Classic ghost story, you have haunted your own life– No man’s epitaph.
Ancestral traces of us, unbearably light– Infinite wonder.
Servicing joy’s turn, feet pray upon fertile ground– Grace, joined at the hip.
Bated hints of squall, narrow longing to ascend– where do the steps end?
Shuttered, close to mute, street’s ebbing pulse, gently clasped– painter’s cede to blue.
It used to be fun, time spent with invented friends– One plus none equals?
Fearful symmetry, the shape of deep, fragile love– Winter’s cradle, stirred.
To birth visual sound, mortals shaped into music– painter’s brush with fame.