Thursday, April 21, 2011

Poemaintings


A Basis

Born in a spiral
A nautilus shell
twists in graphite and acryllic
What began with red ended with red
The first and
last steps of a staircase
Slowly:
            darkness surrounds
            white seeps in
Everything
has a gray area

The day traffic lights changed colors
purple and orange appeared
in thirds

A sideways glance shows
                  a friendly type of crooked
Above the mundane grid
the lights changed colors
Above the new lights
the old colors floated to the sky


A half-erupted volcano brings
a trace of lava to the sand
where green water hits the shore
under primary colored palm trees

A lighthouse stands despite the heat
pouring out
a thin haze of yellow light
while smoky clouds
rise to the East
and white clouds
linger in the west

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