Tag: Poem
Mordent Figment
Today my pen challenges
for a poem that is not just another scar or bruise
but a true and innocent gaiety.
I know I will only find it
where the given exceeds desire and need,
where senses are freed from all anxiety.
But my pen is an idealist,
an indelible fanatic, a razor-edged puritan, poor thing,
dreaming of calligraphic ecstasy.
Like me
it will have to seem to live
with music of a mordent theme.
Surrender Song
Outdone, out-spun by winter’s viral horde my only plan to find accord. With such excess to mediate and meditate, find awe and wonder in, and wait, and wait until the crystal rage, December’s cast is made and set for skin and bone … and spade.
Collage 6-Pack
If you count the edges of the chopped segments of abstract markings you can find a dozen pieces out of which this image was assembled and pasted down. I think of it as an innovation on a kind of centaur. Great fun to do such a wild compositional search-and-find assemblage.
Window Ledge Poetry
A bathroom window ledge cut-glass object, simple, light filled, grand.
Dream World
A dream is most often, or at least mine are, like a metamorphosing octopus, a non-stop serial segue of mutations in being, syncronous with the suspension of logic and time. And the dismissal of happily ever after is another function of most of my dreams.
Visual Poetry 2
This is a black and white variation of the same subject as yesterday’s post but the angle is different placing the geometry of the tiles as just about a perfect foil to the free flow of light and petals; and the b/w treatment removes the sensuality of the colour which in turn seems to formalize the content as being all about feelings & grey scale aesthetics.
fillière 