Saturday, March 28, 2015
soft drops of snow...
Out there now
Soft drops of snow
Trees bent
Fire bushes broken over I hope not broken
Wisteria buried
Dogwoods confounded
Oh!
Winter is over
A ride to the bakery the other side of the Narrows
Say
Hey!
Willie Mays
1950 all over again
Soft drops of snow
Trees bent
Fire bushes broken over I hope not broken
Wisteria buried
Dogwoods confounded
Oh!
Winter is over
A ride to the bakery the other side of the Narrows
Say
Hey!
Willie Mays
1950 all over again
Friday, March 27, 2015
(thinking of doing a portrait)...
Yesterday morning this morning too
Through the trees snow melting
Down the banks
Streets wet
Stacks of canvases on the floor
Black coffee!
Her hair a ruffle
In the paint in the picture
Snow melting
Through the trees snow melting
Down the banks
Streets wet
Stacks of canvases on the floor
Black coffee!
Her hair a ruffle
In the paint in the picture
Snow melting
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
walks in the park...
In a chartreuse world
Orange paper and light
Gold
Wings
And flight
Walks in the park
Reading each granite style
Where
The moon is night
And day
Orange paper and light
Gold
Wings
And flight
Walks in the park
Reading each granite style
Where
The moon is night
And day
self portrait...
On the edge
Easel set
A beige linen canvas on it
A loose rouge paper blouse
Hair a
Fly
The palette and brushes color and
Whisk
Her
Easel set
A beige linen canvas on it
A loose rouge paper blouse
Hair a
Fly
The palette and brushes color and
Whisk
Her
Saturday, March 21, 2015
contortion...
In the crimson and rouge
Mauve
Contortion
Blue and purple
Cuba
Vintage hats and shirts
Pontiac
Fins
And
Jazz!
A window to the street
And
To the ocean
And
Oh yes, did I say?
To Jazz!
*poem inspired by portrait of Henrietta Moraes painted by figurative painter Francis Bacon (1909-1992) found by Kimberly.
Mauve
Contortion
Blue and purple
Cuba
Vintage hats and shirts
Pontiac
Fins
And
Jazz!
A window to the street
And
To the ocean
And
Oh yes, did I say?
To Jazz!
*poem inspired by portrait of Henrietta Moraes painted by figurative painter Francis Bacon (1909-1992) found by Kimberly.
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Friday, March 13, 2015
sketch her out...
Paint in blue
Mediterranean sea and cape
Blanco
Sketch her out
And when the music begins
Orange
And
Chartreuse
And the lines and flow go
Sketch her out
A long time
I'm painting this morning - on canvas and paper
written 3/9/15.
Mediterranean sea and cape
Blanco
Sketch her out
And when the music begins
Orange
And
Chartreuse
And the lines and flow go
Sketch her out
A long time
I'm painting this morning - on canvas and paper
written 3/9/15.
workin' with miles...
Chicken
Batter a candy sauce and
A sweet cake in the case
Blue cheese
Lettuce
Tomato
Onion
Lunch
A breeze
A breath
Eyes and clover and a dance
A dance
Workin' with Miles and
Guirardelli Squares
written 3/7/15.
Batter a candy sauce and
A sweet cake in the case
Blue cheese
Lettuce
Tomato
Onion
Lunch
A breeze
A breath
Eyes and clover and a dance
A dance
Workin' with Miles and
Guirardelli Squares
written 3/7/15.
Saturday, March 7, 2015
it is warm in your ecuador...
Motionless
Maple branches hanging ice a pine needle and
The leaves of Fall
Snow drifts
The sun and
A bridge to solitude
In the wind
In the cold
It is warm in your Ecuador
Though
Maple branches hanging ice a pine needle and
The leaves of Fall
Snow drifts
The sun and
A bridge to solitude
In the wind
In the cold
It is warm in your Ecuador
Though
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
snow came again last night...
Snow came again last night
And rain
The streets sound hard
Sloosh
And the train tracks
No train whistle at the usual time again and
At the back of the pond
Curls of smoke coming off it
Forty F today
Now a curl of smoke from the cottage roof
The Koi sleep
And rain
The streets sound hard
Sloosh
And the train tracks
No train whistle at the usual time again and
At the back of the pond
Curls of smoke coming off it
Forty F today
Now a curl of smoke from the cottage roof
The Koi sleep
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
Monday, March 2, 2015
fresh snow...
Fresh snow
The sound of scraping plows
Of no train whistle
Fresh snow in the red fire bushes
Spruces and scrub pine
And the dogwood tree
And the rock cascade next door
What?
And on the driveway
And on the car
What?
Fresh shoveling!
Oh yes!
Oh yes!
And the trills of a frontend loader
The sound of scraping plows
Of no train whistle
Fresh snow in the red fire bushes
Spruces and scrub pine
And the dogwood tree
And the rock cascade next door
What?
And on the driveway
And on the car
What?
Fresh shoveling!
Oh yes!
Oh yes!
And the trills of a frontend loader
ode...
A landscape of frost painted on our window
A blue moon there high in the valley
And icicles
And brittle branches
And noises in the night
No polar bears though
And that is good
Because
We are safe
I guess
A blue moon there high in the valley
And icicles
And brittle branches
And noises in the night
No polar bears though
And that is good
Because
We are safe
I guess
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