blau poem christmas 2010
Thy name in full, note, placed gently in a keepsake, sealed, within the hand, precious is the life we give each day and every day to ourselves and others which we care of, minutes pass,
hours slip away,
I saw you,
fierce, as fierce as I, yet too, bone and flesh, Eclipsed, of half the world begins, until thou journey unto the end, Oranges, apples, strawberries, cheese grilled with eggplant,
Eye to eye,
pinch my face once directly, Shoulders meet in the breath before the windy city hurls my wings far atop a cloud once and again,
Sun and moon, spill -over the sea,
Mammoth spirits whisper in my ear forever,
Ever,
For,
Wash me with your mind,
the same return for you I think,
Yellow Days to Remember with a somber orchards glow,
Small children riding on blue stones over fresh waters swiftly skipping ripples,
Unforgotten lemons gold,
More laugher than the year is long, as giggles –cover my ancient face,
Dreams, and dreaming full,
Rubics, showered me with blau, unwashable,
Innocents undenighed,
A Bold wash of colours brighter than any rains bow, calling out on clay and paper trees,
Molded, to perfection,
Unfrozen, un-
medusa,
un,
Happily again, like pie,
Though, somewhat better foods, I know -for every day in every weather,
Snow falls, falling falling, bits of magic blue from sky,
Lite,
slumber,
brisk memories of visionaries of one life appear inside,
Freesia scented -wreaths of blustery pines fill a home -a heart -a mind,
Today I hear the crackle of the whipoorwil’s tail,
Tomorrow,
Yes,
Tomorrow it will be the same,
Until undone lightening,
Until spirits weaken,
Until two undo the minds work,
Until a confident voice calls again in times of pain,
Until the granted get their ways,
Until the soft lovely sound of your voice decides to ride the other way,
A speech from you, who are you or are you as you say you are and will be always to me,
A lecture of love, what am i to you, you to me,
Strong and weak in burntish umber, blue, green, red, and pink painted colours on a crystal ball trapped inside a house,
realities spriter than the spritest song of tall tall Hickory trees swaying gently,
On and on, the life inside, and even out, though my schedule is sometimes rather slow,
Always thoughtful, always kind, even in the coldest rain’s day,
I want to let myself,
I don’t want,
You’re sheer today,
Sweet,
Looking at myself,
mirror’s of the hall -I saw you.
written by artist TRACEE PICKETT DECEMBRE 1 2010 9:20 pm
BLAU
