At the gallery
beauty & weirdness
jostle for attention;
a dare to express
If I were a painter
what would I depict?
Strangeness of the world
we live in or beauty of it all
to dazzle an eye
touch a heart
tickle a mind
For what is art
a mirror or a hammer?
The gallerist prefers
to knock reality
into shape:
“The world is an art gallery.”
Blue is the colour of sky
Delicious a taste of sunshine
In the absence of rain
Wind holds its breath
Oh, the sweet suspension!
Nature writes each line
Presents all elements;
Beauty in appreciation
Of the exact moment
PS. Sometimes it’s easy capture my world in six-word memoirs, other times not and especially when I’m on the move. But poetry never fails. So, I suspect I’ll be sharing more micro poetry, this season and throughout summer; call them “life on the move.” This also means there’ll be no backstories, as Archibald MacLeish puts it, “A poem should not mean But be.”
Wishing you a delightful weekend, and I hope you slow down to enjoy the scenery!
after the rain
leaves spring forth
and cadence of my inner speech
changes to match the mood
of a cheery finch
PS. You must have noticed my extra slow reading pace (visits to your blogs) and late responses to comments here. It’s spring, people! I spend more time outdoors than indoors, at present. But I’m here and always reading, even if I take longer than usual.
Of course, many of you know that hiking is my faith and walking an entry point. The loon is already calling, so what else to do but walk.
A Wonderful Sunday, Everyone! 🙂