abstract paint i did again after many years gone by forgot the feeling of the strokes mixing of hews to blend much like poetry, never seeing

my soul - cry’s out try’s to seep out leaks out fly’s in drops

pen in hand etching the details of this life as it comes no planned out

turning the faucet on and asking for something and out it pours, free flowing and full of color, abstract for the eye to see

the rabbit left no ladder the climb –of no way no bounce of the mushroom no tear in the ear will help –end this sway

in times of old it was obscene the character the choice made and history told

the day was thoughts and the ladder long waiting to fall was willing to harm connecting the dots

down yonder it gracefully glides cascades of color to my surprise light on one side - confides in the corner where it hides the reflection of the shadow

she set the easel up steadying the back leg with an old glue tube while raising up in her chair she spots it, there it was,

or begins as the key climbs the string hey kite, what are thee to me for i say when you fly the cords of my mind

as the miniature knight races across the snow covered branch i will uncover your feet........ close your eyes now open your mouth

sliding hand through first to make… as i push through the pomegranate… hands caress the tight plump fruit the juice absorbing into my pours and i sweating it’s juice, we beco…