Looking Aside

Pull focus around them
Noting the details surrounding them
Their loves illuminated by weight of importance
          
Always look to their side
This is where little angels reside
Protecting that loitering wisdom awaiting attention

Give them a stage to profess their joy
And listen intently as their flow is employed
Catching those unspoken everyday details

They  are a stranger
They  may be a friend
Or they  is you, unaware and blinded by you

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- artwork by David Hockney
- mailed to Kentucky - 

Heavy Days

Heavy head, hands the body a lack-luster step
If only, head controlled solely critical body functions
Head might let the body bounce and jig during stark times

As it stands, a body can tighten and hurt
Depending on the condition of said head
It is fair to nobody-and-nothing simultaneously

If the body were to enforce its girth upon head
The powerful influence might encourage a change
Particularly when head requires, or simply desires, to lie
In bed

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- artwork by Billie Zangewa - 
- mailed to West Virginia - 

An Act Of Seeing

Who Sees who when needing to..
Harry watches Holly dancing and
Holly has an eye on another
Both saying "See me See me" 
in their minds' breath forever

Seeing requires stubborn kindness
A complete momentary presence
Those Seeing
deplete their bucket of internal desires
for the sake of wholly Seeing the other

Browse your files
Push away a demon or two
Notice when someone stops to
engage in a blustery emotional instant
They See.. changing everything for you and me

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- artwork by Michael Craig-Martin
- mailed to Virginia - 

the Choice

Dear Mother and Father Nature
Your child is out-of-control
Destroying lives and livelihoods
Upending land, water and sky
     into a catastrophic frenzy
Your child is depositing brutality upon earth

We've experienced this before
Please, again, attempt control of Nature
Earth is the only home we know
If it crumbles
     sapping the life out of the living
Our only choice will be to.....

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- artwork by Peter Fischli & David Weiss - "Mr & Mrs Einstein shortly after the conception of their son, the genius Albert"
- mailed to South Carolina - 

Feeling Futile

Inflamed bursts are not coincidental.

Like a slow driver slowing your hurry - 
they're BORN to drive slow...

A chatty charlatan influencing your desires - 
they MUST have your best interest in mind...

An apologetic parent dying - 
SUDDENLY giving a lucid sincerity of age-old topics...

Breath (present tense), Breath (past tense) -
scream a sigh.

Solo massacres have erupted
from the inflamed.

One may unknowingly be adding flames
to the inflamed.

Fan the flames of the inflamed
at the peril of all.

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- artwork by Francis Bacon -
- mailed to North Carolina - 

Monumentally Slow

Some stuff moves tremendously slow
Like a painting divulging meaning
drop by drip

Growth can march excruciatingly slow too
plants, nails, eye lash, ear wax
Powerful perseverance needed

Even traveling to a rendezvous
(peppered by anticipation and desire)
can progress maddeningly slow

The Galapagos Tortoise walks 10 paces
in a monumentally slow swagger
They arrive where they need to be, eventually

Observing love, intelligence, even death
is an exercise in patience
Life douses experiences with slowness for good reason

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- artwork by Sheila Hicks
- mailed to Georgia - 

Framed

The flowers reek / sitting too long / in smelly stale water

The bishop bows / toward the heavens / awaiting inspired direction

The family laughs / at home & abroad / contagiously optimistic

Art delivers / visceral acrobatics / of the open soul

The girl plays / with wide-eyed boy / and visa versa

,forevermore

Words act like soldiers / conjuring emotions / whetting imagination  

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- artwork by Adriana Varejao
- sent to Tennessee -

Colors

     Fly your color high
to direct a path

     Fly your color strong
to inspire the meek

     Fly your color softly
to hear other stories

     Fly your color gooey
to entice the strangers

     Audaciously fly your color
to forgive ingnorance

     Recklessly fly your color
to show another way

     Let love direct your color
to define a hate

     Let dance infuse your color
to stifle the inflamed

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- artwork by Alberto Giacometti...
- mailed to Louisiana - 

Be Somebody

Why you gotta be that way
Why you gotta be this way
Who you gonna destroy today
What's good 'bout hurting souls all day

Someone's on top to play
We can be there too and stay
Why's the world so dreamy today
'cause it's all gonna go my way

But somebody stops me on the way
They say no no no never this way
I thought I could be my dream today
Thought I could be somebody, my way

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- artwork by Roland Reiss
- mailed to Arkansas - 

Coast

I.
The water recedes until blood shows up.
Blood orange ocean distilled by the shore.
The continent's edge littered with souls staring,
always seeking the horizon day and night.
Looking outward feels contagious, desirous.
Infects us to look inward.

II.
Ocean water comes in blue, some green, some grey.
Transparent from below, colors leap out from ahigh.
Power rumbles from waves breaking. Wildlife thrives.
Shores feed from natural and continuous death.
Underestimate water, you may die.
Show a modicum of respect, and boldly soar.

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- artwork by Helen Frankenthaler
- mailed to Missouri -