Enter the mist…

Enter the mist, Absorb your portion and extract your errant freedom from it. Soon there will be deities encircled about you starved for awareness, and moved to recognizance. Approach them where the light vanishes between their wistful eyes and render them the remnants of sated wilder beasts that only pray to deciduous reflections. The clusters will gather and coalesce, and perhaps sing for a moment. Deny them not their due space to bloom, to sway to and fro to the rhy

When the edifice of faith…

When the edifice of faith Reduces to rubble, And the vestiges of piety Abandon their shrines, Blessed is the winged flame That rises and engulfs The overgrown structures Of passive thoughts. Art: “Emperor Moth” Vincent van Gogh #EmperorMoth #art #Nature #Artwork #poetry #poem #Artist #VincentvanGogh #Poet

Honor…

Honor is a tussock of pliant grass That bows in unison To the call of a plower’s chant. Regal are the trees That guard the gates of seven horizons, Each one in timeless repose While his neighbor is awakened. A kingdom is summoned here; Of bodies through portals Of transcendent humility, Of breezes that mark the hour Of seven stages of reckoning, Of a glorious perspective That sways in concert With the hands of the gods. Art: “Landscape” Vilhelms Purvītis #art #

Here…

Here, Cosmic distances Have kissed their limits Hello and goodbye. And ‘ere the moment They are at last embowered By these watchful arms A keeper emerges in the offing Without a word, Speaking only with compassionate hands That toil ceaselessly in iridescent shadows Cast by a remote awareness Of where the smallest path once lay bare, Dutifully awaiting a chance at perfection. Art: “Verger en Fleurs” (Orchard in Bloom) Claude Monet #art #Nature #OrchardinBloom #p

Falling leaves…

Atumnal tears of joy, Whisked away by a faint zephyr No less familiar to me Than the one I knew And surrendered to In my youth; That cooled my veins, That caressed my budding heart, That still whispers songs without words On those days when I am all but Convinced that the familiar melodies Were never forgotten. Art: “Falling Autumn Leaves” Vincent van Gogh #art #painting #Nature #poetry #artists #FallingAutumnLeaves #poem #VincentvanGogh

Groping along…

Groping along renascent bursts of pastoral virility, Almost liquid now. We can laugh soon, And shake hands with the red-blooded lutenist Just across the bank, Just before the last note. Art: “The Red Vineyards near Arles” Vincent Van Gogh #art #painting #Nature #TheRedVineyardsnearArles #poetry #poem #VanGogh