Movement Notes on a score A starry frontier reach, stretch, explore Despair of emptiness The hope it can be filled Place of rest to breathe A painting Not enough space is chaos Too much breeds insanity Between us is infinite and only inches but too far too heavy to reach out my hand … Continue reading SPACE
Poems
What I Meant
The image floated before me and I clawed at it, but it just brushed past my fingers and since it escaped my grasp I wrote the memory of that precise moment -- already clouded, dream-like, a mere interpretation seen through my lens –nearsighted, with astigmatism and the need for age-related magnification. My response to your … Continue reading What I Meant
Red
by Michelle Zanoni This poem is red. Beet red, beating heart, bleed red all over the white page red. Passionate red, eager to rip the meat of life off the bone and savor the chewy flesh red. Battle courage red, love red, electric passion in all its gory glory red. Forbidden fruit apple red, blazing … Continue reading Red
Love Song
I can still hear the pencil scratch, filling in the quarter rest — a squiggle, the extra underline of eighths, staffs drawn, every dot, every line a message to decode. I want to crawl inside a quarter note and swim along the rhythm’s choppy waves that carry me to another space with no body, no people, … Continue reading Love Song
Self-Portrait
I am a Picasso painting Perspective shattered then glued back together, but the parts are all mixed up trapped in 2D, framed frozen into almost unrecognizable likeness One eye sees outward the other is sideways I see only two flat parts of a round world My leg is over there, but my torso is here … Continue reading Self-Portrait
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