Summer ku

wildflower honey
the sweetness
of yielding

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wafting sky
bullfrogs bellow
my longing

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calla lilies
I finger my hair
waiting for your next poem

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long grass the apricot drift of late sun sky

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fireflies eddy the long summer night

ag ~ 2012

Dying Grace

Dying Grace

she lies on her daybed
with windows wide open
grateful to and for
the field flowers
sitting in a vase
on a nearby table
smiling in the sunlight

her room is sunny
and butterscotch warm
walled with her life creations
airy, calm and casual
with the business
of dying:
surrendering to the moment

sometimes just
breathing or giving thanks
napping on and off
she sheds tears with parting friends
strokes the purring cat
and welcomes death alongside
her best friend and cohort ~ living grace

ag ~ 2012

Who is she?

 

On the wings of pain…

Crying out in grief
and then begging for grace
I came home
sat at my easel
still angry
questioning the universe’s
choices for me
I set my ipod to play
early rock and roll

I began to paint
her face
and then her shoulders
took shape
I smudged and reworked
her eyes snd nose
just a dash of black
here and there
she appeared

Who is she?
where did she come from?
grief? anger? grace?
on the wings of pain
a beloved dying friend
told me…and
on the wings
of unconditional love
she appeared

ag ~ 2012

Wisdom Seeks Nothing

Recently, I went out on a Friday night lark with a good friend to check out some art galleries and eat some homemade Middle Eastern Food in a burgeoning artist-friendly and historic neighboring town – Boonton, NJ.. It was all that I hoped it to be and then some! The food was aromatic, sensual and soulfully satisfying in a small, hot and steamy mom and pop restaurant that was filled with falafel-loving diners. We walked the rolling hills of the main street, sat on the curb to watch passers-by, took photos of a group of young goth friends, had our own photo taken in turn by the same group as my friend and I leaned on an old hearst (cannot make this stuff up), found a Columbian pastry shop clerk willing to make us iced-coffee without understanding the concept but happily successful without the ice and bumping into quirky strangers no stranger than ourselves with whom we had wonderfully surreal conversations. And if that is not enough – we discovered an artist and gallery worth visiting over and over.

The artist is Brenda A. Edwards (brendaedwardsart.com) who is an abstract painter captivating and capturing the emotional and natural light and color of dusk and daylight with oils on cradled wood. We fell in love with her lovely interpretations and my friend ended up purchasing two of her pieces. While I was charmed and intrigued by her strokes and fluid blending of color – I was totally mesmerized by the titles of her paintings which I found to be poetic truths:

Wisdom Seeks Nothing

Very much like the line from the song “Me and Bobby McGee” by Kris Kristofferson and Fred Foster, “Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose” and made famous by the late great raspy Janis Joplin – this title can be a work of art onto itself. Is this the truth? If so what am I doing about it? Why am I here? and all the philosophical musings that go with it. If nothing else (sic) it’s a great line, a great title and a great approach to life. Something to savor.

Thank you to Brenda A. Edwards who is represented by the s.h.e. gallery (www.shegallery.com) in Boonton, NJ for her poetry as well as her paintings. Actually, I can no longer separate the two.

Thank you also to Nancy Sulla, owner of the fine gallery, for representing Brenda A. Edwards and her contribution to causes “Supporting Human Equality” (S.H.E.). Dr. Sulla is also the founder and President of IDE Corp – Innovative Designs for Education and a town leader in supporting the arts.

So back to our fun Friday night out – a happy synchronistic mix of art, poetry, falafel, quirky conversations, a hearst, luke-warm but satisfying iced-coffee, more galleries and artists to discover, a goth group of young adults, hearty belly laughs with a new dear friend and the promise of many more artist dates, new liasons and amusing romps.

Boonton is host to open galleries/art walks the first Friday of every month. Hope to see you there.

Your wings are ready…

Almost ready to fly

She asked “where are my wings?”
and an angel told her
“We are making them for you.”

And then she was told how –
“One wing is born from your unconditional love and
the other wing is born from your pain.”

Now she waited knowing
that soon she would be ready to soar.

ag ~ 2012