Long Gouache Poems

"The discrepancies are many, the dalliances are few,
both pitched against one dynamic, lifelong achievement"

Poking through the woods of the Mill Grove Audubon Estate,
suddenly came upon an ivy-covered studio shed
tucked away amongst foliage near Perkiomen Creek,
apparently...

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When the mirror of 
               life is a gossamer film,       
 veiling v i n...

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Introspection 

suspends in dark blue amnion
as rainwater blooms a reflection pool
an oasis of energy for contemplative embryo;
in stillness I grow.. my pulse a flowing stream of raindrops 
my body  the rhythm maker  ...

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Pull out the easel
   set the canvas 
    positioned long and slender clean slate.
Sketch the figures huddled and dark-bound hostage
   to charcoal-cooled coals 
    etching...

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One night this darkness – A Collaboration with Darren White  


One night this darkness will end life
with clouds in damp fog without stars
and a moon dressed in tatters screaming
at feet scratched on pebbles in...

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One night this darkness will end life
with clouds in damp fog without stars
and a moon dressed in tatters screaming
at feet scratched on pebbles in low-tide
rough water to sway one and stumble

Maelstroms twist, turn and swallow...

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And the whole world suddenly became,
Only with halftones...
Black and white and terrible,
And disappeared all colors,
In vain...
I tried gouache to try something to draw.

Painted walls
Red with streaks of gray paint
In drops of blood from the heart...

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So sadly, I must kill you my pretties -
then, I can love each of ye forever.
True tears moisten simple strokes of my brush,
gay gouache can caress every feather.
As you ascend, your wings will be fulfilled
when...

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I saw a monk
make water today
and almost cry;
water that was almost
tea.

Tonight we couldn’t
make heads nor tails
of the blues or the pinks;
the boxes or the lenses.
Tonight we couldn’t
make heads nor tails
of the words called
poetries.

Tonight, the gravity...

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You are burnt in my being.

These small lines around your mouth,
full lips brushed in wild gouache strokes
Eyes of Prussian blue, aquamarine gems 
to quench fire, to evoke thirst....

In fidgety sticky nights you are draped
around me,...

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Canvas of eternal adoration;
Man's best use of gouache -

What do you know, Mona?
That lurks beneath your smirk?
What do you conceal, Lisa?
Shrouded in the folds of enigma?

Your lips spurn the lust
Of jutting phalluses
Your eyes drill the...

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