Tuesday, May 15, 2012

New Artwork

Here are three poems I wrote with the paintings

1. Pale eggs rest
in the young girl’s basket
under the lazy
blue linen.
not until the wind catches
her twirl
do the eggs begin follow
and the early drops of rain
are felt.

her whimpers waken the thunder
and the sky cracks open
to let childhood out.

2. sleeping white lotus
wades within the placid night
for dawn to wake it.
13 May 2012

3. Only Our Lady
Sees the end of our mistakes
and calls us precious
12 jan 12

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