12/29/11

8 x 10 watercolor

This cold weather has me thinking of the Big Island…long sunsets, beautiful forests, and glistening lava.

For Three Word Wednesday (http://www.threewordwednesday.com/)
dull, race, yawn

What more to give than all?
What less to withhold than none?
With nothing left to reveal
no more tenderness to steal
it seems a decline has begun,
which no good intention can stall.

So go where you will.
See sights fresh and new
with warm watchful eyes.
And if a reflective mind tries
to pause on the one you once knew,
then know you want met still.

9/17/11

And all these alterations
haven’t changed my mind.
Alone with your thoughts
happens any place.
Doubt and insecurity catch you
no matter how long the race.
Thus, it’s only my comfort
that I’ve left far behind.

08/21/11

Finally,
after so long a pause,
weary limbs unfold.
Stiff as gargoyle wings they,
cautiously break their pose.

Briefly,
before wisdoms clarify,
in a darting glance
over the shoulder
fond memories blur the eye.

Assuredly,
each and every time,
a thing never looks
so good as when
you’re leaving it behind.

6/1/11

Abstract water color

Whenever you look at an object, we observe the sum of its layers, its components. Though our eyes only register the surface, our minds understand that there is much more below. How far can we break down solid objects? What is the smallest increment we can perceive? Do you feel atoms?

I found this subject interesting to paint because there is a cosmos of activity under the surface of things that we can’t perceive. The above was inspired by images of pollen under an electron microscope. Its magnification revealed massive caverns and complex textures that I would not normally associate with the tiny spores that affect my allergies.

But unsatisfied with exchanges
pleasant in place of passionate,
I long to lose our lazy pace.

Instead, I imagine our heads
inching ever closer in intimate whispers
delivering words I dare not divulge.

Yet, my lips lay still
and my head stays straight.
Thus, our banter continues banal.

And though it bends around the danger,
the peril of potential hovers
in the hot air between two pensive heads.

3/15/11

For so long –– too long ––
you did not recgonize the stranger,
blurry-eyed and red-rimmed,
who measured you with cold eyes
in the steam of a hot shower
and accusing florescent light.

But these last few days,
these thousands of miles,
time carved from a rigid schedule,
have restored the light you’ve been craving––
to your laugh, to your step, to your eyes.

Perhaps running hard to a place
where you could reinvent yourself
was the easiest way to return
to the person you recognize.

Then, with slanted shoulder and smile
he turns his broad frame your way,
breaks your thoughts, and fills the gap with,
“The mountain air must agree with you.”

3/14/11

By the looming promise
of what can happen after
night fall

And let my shaky breath
and my janky hands
draw you in

And when wrong word
extinguishes what burns
conniption

1/26/11