been awhile
School is almost done.
Friday is the gallery opening for Jack Oyler's show at the Vertin. About half of his works have already sold.
My daughter Kristyn is doing an internship with Kristy Walden here at the Gallery. She will be helping edit artist's writings for the company Kristy works with. Also working on creating dvd's and other stuff.
A couple of recent poems.
I Love You
these words i speak
release me from this world
as the rain releases
the worm from the comfort
of its earthy home
*
icicles hang
from the mountains
of your words
*
i touch your river
words melt
and
the bridal wreath
blooms again
*
she crushes her last cigarette
into the heel of her boot
unties the boat from
the old post
the dock's wooden slates
creak with the light waves
at the edge of the reeds
a pair of geese debate
demanding her to feed them
but turn away
at her glare
the sun is setting
the aspens' long shadows
reach like fingers
across the choppy water
it is time to fish
the oars squeal
in their unoiled locks
as she dips them
with slow strokes
into the lake
in the aft
only silence
and
his shadow
so, my few readers - feedback is appreciated
spring has finally come to the Copper Country - i have the black fly bites to prove it.
peace
Friday is the gallery opening for Jack Oyler's show at the Vertin. About half of his works have already sold.
My daughter Kristyn is doing an internship with Kristy Walden here at the Gallery. She will be helping edit artist's writings for the company Kristy works with. Also working on creating dvd's and other stuff.
A couple of recent poems.
I Love You
these words i speak
release me from this world
as the rain releases
the worm from the comfort
of its earthy home
*
icicles hang
from the mountains
of your words
*
i touch your river
words melt
and
the bridal wreath
blooms again
*
she crushes her last cigarette
into the heel of her boot
unties the boat from
the old post
the dock's wooden slates
creak with the light waves
at the edge of the reeds
a pair of geese debate
demanding her to feed them
but turn away
at her glare
the sun is setting
the aspens' long shadows
reach like fingers
across the choppy water
it is time to fish
the oars squeal
in their unoiled locks
as she dips them
with slow strokes
into the lake
in the aft
only silence
and
his shadow
so, my few readers - feedback is appreciated
spring has finally come to the Copper Country - i have the black fly bites to prove it.
peace
1 Comments:
Tom,
You're posting again!! Good ones. I esp liked the very first one and the last. Keep them coming!
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