Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Poem- The World of Things

I’ll admit
I’ve never believed much in the human endeavor,
but have striven
to find my place
in the world of things.  Fleeting,
full of folly and joy,
our living evaporates like bird call,
            beautiful and unintelligible—
the mind breaks against the skull
            until the tide rises,
and we learn to touch each other with the reverence
we’ve kept hidden
for roses tilted forward to the nose
or furrows opened for planting.  So I’ve got nothing against
the joys of touching,
gentleness, or the urge to be fair,
but I can think of no better compliment
than to be kissed by a tree.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Poem- Prism


pushes through
the thin veneer of pigment, granules, some
pulverized dirt
drifting on the river, it hits the canvas,
and returns to us
through the prism of the painting.  And so it is
that when we look upon it, we do so
not from above,
like God upon a river,
but like a fish
from inside.

Digital Watercolors- Self-Portrait

I sketched this out last month on watercolor paper, then imported it to Paint Tool Sai and went to town.  Perhaps 1.5 hours on the sketch, and another 3 or 4 on the painting.  Make of it what you will.

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Poetry- Words Not Spoken In Anger, But With Greed

They did not,
though they said they would.  And the threat,
once spoken,
would not go away,

but festered
and sickened those dreams I had.

So they left first, though in truth
they were never really here.  It was only
those stakes with pink ribbons, set like grave markers
that showed their presence.
It was I
who left.

And these years since
when it seemed all this had been forgotten, or never been, or been discarded, it was I
who had been sleeping, I
who had been…
                          not forgotten, but left
to rest
deep within the cocoon
of those dreams
I myself had abandoned.