Surreal Nature
Surreal Nature
Rural Oklahoma: Cool autumn night on the front porch, thoughts and opinions about poetry and painting shared with a dear friend over wine and water. Poetry is sacred she said, and painting is my inner life. Painting was once my wild mind, I replied, but poetry’s now my amateur art.
moon’s half-darkness...
shy in its suit of light
shadows of pines
Three “yips,” almost unnoticed. Coyotes she said, tricksters in authentic guise playing their night games. A cow’s bawl close by, in a moment silenced by a contrapuntal victory chorus, soprano and tenor voices singing to the darkness in celebration of success – a kill.
moon behind clouds
balance... the meaning of
beauty & death
Written 10.08.2013
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