A poem,
a riddle
An answer
to find
A Sage,
a gamester
All truth
undefined
What’s hidden,
most treasured
Its fortune
to mine
Tomorrow
awaiting
Sequestered
—in rhyme
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
Watching ‘Final Portrait’ A. Giacometti
Categories:
giacometti, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
they
say
that
life
is
but
a
shadow-
play,
and
we
mere
lines,
picked
out
by
the
light
of
day
Categories:
giacometti, appreciation, creation, light, silence,
Form: Free verse
Cataclysmic Lovers Spirit,
Love, lover, you arrive and tame the wild spirit inside,
Set the pace, it slows to a walk to observe and feel and look and notice,
Drops of dew on a rose petal,
Pink sunsets sets, high above in a sun punched sky over a shorn green David Hockney lawn,
Cool glasses of clear perfect water quench a thirst,
And mammoth plates glass windows reflect our youthful smiles,
And our wild spirits slow to love, a simmering boil
They unfold graciously, kindly, admiringly,
And time remakes space,
Entropy changes landscapes, city-scapes, and topography
And you and me,
And the spirit’s restless,
The spirit sets a marathon at sprinters pace,
Seeking solidarity in the wilderness as the rain sets in,
Lichen covered blackened, branches and brackish water slake you now,
You arduously seek thunderous storms in stretches of cold cruel terrain,
And your spirit tumbles in long dark stretches of formidable mother Nature,
once you crashed into me, like thunder, once you pulled away from the wreckage
Stretching your spirit like a Giacometti bronze,
A spirit as Forlorn as Femme aux Bras Croisés
bereft of Joy
simple joy such as dew on a rose petal.
Categories:
giacometti, lost love, love, sad
Form: Free verse