beauty is crying
bleeding birds
because of the words laughing
desperate diamonds
art shouting
empathic eons
imagination embracing
cloudy children
passion singing
low laughs
tenderness understanding
mad mountains
of an artist
reaching alone and across
death before my birth

without truth
there are only bells
stuffed with dead rain

I stare at paintings
of places never seen
by my
eyes
and recognize
the hills
and rivers of my heart.

#72. For Anna

November 5, 2009

A child’s painting
mature and demanding
innocence calculating to manipulate
emotion, time and space.

We are transported to France
or daycare
at your whim.
How does nine years of life
command color and line and form
so well?
Well enough
strong enough
to do your bidding.

A child’s painting
given precedence made important
by talent and love
and a simple wooden frame.

%d bloggers like this: