Paintings That Speak & Poems That Paint

Some of my paintings inspire me to write and some of my poems cry and scream for visualization.  Enjoy!

Howl

With synchronized breath and howl

Into the untamed, over the earth, beneath the moon,

Growing through the thick of life she melts…into surrender

Comforted by strength of purpose, inspired by mindful intellect,

Intrigued by all the fierceness and folly,

Pleased by the enormity of his beastly bounty…she arrives to the coming.

Poets Womb

The Poet’s Womb

Resting within the muscle of human form, on bended knees, crawling into unknown spaces

the poet waits...for the coming of earthly spells, for the twisting of time...

to teach...to tease...to tempt.

Smooth, between flesh and bone...probing, forcing, into the core of intangible things...

the Muse moves with quite calculation.

Here...breath...bare...all!

Bending, stretching...opening space beneath sorrow, she prepares for the laying of hands...

upon tangled thoughts.

Bowing, reaching into the knotted body of knowledge he sets a tonic into the base of her spine.

Slipping, sliding into her belly it goes,

the heaviness of such desire waits.. in ripe and warm places...

waits…for a reason...for a rhythm.

Here...breathe...bare...all!

Resting within the muscle of human grace on bended knees, with bowed head,

she accepts inspired currency, pay to the piper...for a rhyme.

Pressing deeper into intent full form with conscious flow, in firm resolve,

he slides clever phrases into the beat of ripe and ready places.

Arching, moving, balancing, upon root of reason, within warming blood,

beyond careless words lodged between tender lips, she speaks...                                   

Here...breathe...bare...all!

The potion moves by Muse command, from thrusts of laughter, beyond timeless tears...

into the place of mindful things.

She strokes with pen and tongue words that slide, from her hair -

like paint from a brush soaked with color.

And...onto the paper thin canvas...

          into the world...

                    it spills...it bleeds...breathes...

                                 it tells all... it is all...

                                 potent and full of passion...

                                 thick and rich...

                                                         the poem.