Woman In Nude
I awake and suddenly I am frozen in time.Not a fabric in sight shielding mefrom the cold air conditioned plain halls,drying out my porcelain skin,and the slight buzz That slowly drives me to a frenzy.
Oil strokes and shimmering resincatch the warm yellow glow and whisper whimsical thoughts around.
Wide youthful eyes follow me around the roominterrupted by old coarse palms-Shielding the innocent curiosity, of the history laid before them.
They do not let me perishfor they continue to preserve me for decades on end,stitching every loose thread,and glossing the subtle imperfections
When will I meet my endand take my final breath,But that is happening soon-for I do not have flesh
I cannot escape being perceived by strangersfor I am only a daughter-forever immortalized-With breasts out,and my face with an improvised smile.
And I will continue to lay,with legs sprawled out, I will close my eyes to let time move on.
Oil strokes and shimmering resincatch the warm yellow glow and whisper whimsical thoughts around.
Wide youthful eyes follow me around the roominterrupted by old coarse palms-Shielding the innocent curiosity, of the history laid before them.
They do not let me perishfor they continue to preserve me for decades on end,stitching every loose thread,and glossing the subtle imperfections
When will I meet my endand take my final breath,But that is happening soon-for I do not have flesh
I cannot escape being perceived by strangersfor I am only a daughter-forever immortalized-With breasts out,and my face with an improvised smile.
And I will continue to lay,with legs sprawled out, I will close my eyes to let time move on.
Seventy-Five Foot Swan
The seventy-five foot swan
Marching through rolling racing hills.
Soiree of pine trees dance and sing
Rivers rendezvous between bundles of bees.
A procession of geese single file
Brush up against its nape
As the neck extends over the cumulus,
And continues to march
Eyes ahead-
Towards the colossal wave
Swallowing the vibrant rolling hills.
The wave grows large and evolves-
Two arms made of compacted soil
Dipping the fingertips into two rivers
And absorbing the spring and minerals.
The seventy-five foot swan marches forward
And remains silent.