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yellow star and a porcelain moon

A gallery of people analyze
dark they all say
and I nod, just allow them to interpret
pretend i don’t know it’s you
always you
porcelain, do you carry the moon in your womb
and i answer within my art
yes, always pulling your ocean current
to placid sea, away from rough rogue waves
carrying your head as a lantern to see with
when night’s darkness illminates my inner saddness
when i’m lost and i need to find my way
and through my isolated tears
your blue astronomy eyes light way
through every cosmic moment
in a yellow starred night


This happened today…

I have a few things that I’m going to go back and fix but this is mostly complete. It’s oil pastel on 18×24. I think I’ll call it The Cosmos.

following art

my art went for a walk
it journeyed farther ahead than i
leaving a trail of broken oil pastels
deep maroon, lime-pop green and sandlewood,
paints soiled into ground mixing with nature’s brown
to form a dark menagerie of a dirt rainbow
and letters from poetry
left prints embedded between weeds and lady slipper flowers along path
I tried to follow but fell behind
as perhaps the cosmos intended all along

The Phoenix Rises

Lapsed in time’s hands
she unfolded her fetal pose
blank pages
empty canvas
and she breathed life into her art-
his gift
her silent champion
that lifted her to phoenix
then watched from afar
waiting for her to live again
for her poetry to drip like soft rain
from Northern Lights
in a cold winter sky