not having been there but standing here
like being present drawn to the past
in front of this picture
comfortably cloistered, and contemplative
subtle sheen swathed stillness sepia swish
mountains, and the space between, vanishing
surface sketched - signature and notes
the artist in his art
time and place and the changing light
the art of living in the momentary
tarry not - tar not with bold brush just pencil
not too pensive lest it is missed
that moon spray, a dissolving tissue
luminous translucence no limerick here
a boat, no owl or feline in sight
leave those to grow from the page
blue fades into blue shades
icy tints in glacial gleams
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𝓟oems 𝓟rismatic
Poetry''sketches that shape-shift the angle and the curve'' (line from the poem 'Contrast) Recent/new poems tend to be at the beginning of the book.
