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Walk Out Past the Breakers
Posted in Painting
Tagged abstract art, acrylic, breakers, Chinese character, paper, walk, zen
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I Hear the Sirens
The ambulance rushes by
To someone else’s emergency
The sirens of urgency bring
My troubles into context
The troubles in my mind
Some real, some imaginary
Will the sirens come to me when
My troubles spring to life
Who will call, will I even call
Would I rather struggle with them alone
Than have to explain, to interact
With those who would help
I hear the sirens singing
I pray they will not sing for me
Bending with the Wind
The long grass along the boulevard
Bends in the wind
Tips touch the ground
Up and down
It is going to seed
Seeds that will fall when the wind blows
That will scatter and flee
Onto the cement and asphalt
Onto the Sidewalk and the road
Looking for a crack or crevice
To lodge in, to germinate, to survive
The wind carries a clash of
Aspirations and expectations
For the grass, for me, for you
My Focus is My Own
My voice falters
Physically, mentally, emotionally
My vocal chords tremble, atrophied from disuse
My mind’s signals are weak
Split into too many isolated threads
Each easily snapped, discarded and discontinued
Bombarded and sliced and shredded
By a society that insists I pay attention
To everything
Applying a machine’s multitasking mentality
Yielding only a multifractured mind
My focus is my own
I will take it back or
I will go silent
Squinting Through the Prism
Posted in Painting
Tagged abstract art, color experiment, color theory, colors, Prism
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