Summer Morning

Voracious climbing   clustering   twisting

 

Newly shooting   dancing  twining  

 

Bursting blooming   fragrance   wafting  

 

Multitudes buzzing   pistils   spending

 

Quietly fading   singeing    heat  

 

 Viscerally  clicking   cloistering   containing  

 

A Vining   Summer   Morning

 

 

 

 

  

                  

Blazing Detail

Blazing hues…embalming thirsty threads
Empty nothingness…awaiting the novice’s masterpiece

The master’s loving hand

swirling hues in dots and tiddles.

Each nimble stroke embalming

thirsty threads in forever fire.

Oh to be of such stuff;

pen vs brush,

word vs oil.

Placing thought in magestic,

glorious perfection on waiting,

empty nothingness for the

novice’s masterpiece.

 

 

 

 

“Doors in the Clouds”

“All walls are Doors”
Ralph Waldo Emerson…
(Tagline)

Thunderheads at Dawn

On the Lord’s Day,

Hurting

Confused

Confounded

Misunderstood

and

Not Understanding.

On the Lord’s Day,

Left behind

Left out

Alienated

and

Running further Still,

I Looked Up

On The Lord’s Day

Clouds, Doors

Many Doors,

In the Doors

Faces!

The Faces of God!

On The Lord’s Day,

“All walls are Doors”

All days are The Lord’s Day

“Latitude 27o N X 82o W”

Anxiously

searching hues

green

blue

fuchsia,

inching  down.

Fiercely

lush

abundance,

smooth

prickly

steamy.

Gracefully

hidden

tiny spongy tokens

rooting running things

in earth’s sweet dankness

toward its Destiny

Peacefully

in its own

Eden

Pan, Where is Your Soul?

Pan and Shadow

Oh Pan, where is your soul?

Does it dwell within your heart?

I think not,

In your head?

I do not believe it to be true,

Within your innermost parts-unseen?

Oh no, to be sure not,

Is it in your fanciful and play full

Ability to fly and soar as a bird?

Beware to believe in this foolishness,

For what will you do when Hook has you

On The Rack

Your body stretched beyond agony?

I, your Shadow, your other half,

Can simply fly away

Leaving half of your soul behind.

Then, Pan

How will you repent, choose, Christ or Devil

Heaven or Hell?

You see, Pan,

Without me, you cannot have a soul.

We are one and the same.

Black and White.

Evil and Good.

The Soul is One.

God made it so.

Pan and His Shadow.