Monday, February 15, 2010

Agate

After viewing the Agate stone in the Museum of Natural History, this poem came to me.

Agate
A nucleus, a center,
Layers surround,
To reveal its beauty
You must go deep underground.

Peel back the harsh stone,
Chip it away,
The orange enfolded story
Has much to say.

It's mislabeled as "common"
Which means it's well know,
But I disagree
Because its story it's own.

This gem's much like me,
It's common and not
I'm multifaceted too
But, well, at times it's forgot.

We are quite the same,
Exteriors that are strong and tough
But below our surfaces,
We're anything but rough.

We're smooth and we're different,
With much to say,
If you want to learn secrets
Our outsides, we dare you, to chip away.

Space

After a movement exercise exploring Space and geomentric forms, this poem came to me:

A shifting mass,
Formations change.
Geometrical form
That feels so strange.

More accessible then ever,
Building blocks of structure,
A break in the chain
Causes this delicate form to rupture.

But it won't break,
It can't be destroyed,
Every new shift
Is a discovery deployed.

A new solid mass,
Stronger then before,
Each more of shape change
Opens the door

To an inner outer flow
Which brings nature so near,
Who would ever have guess geometry
Would be in things we hold so dear?

Sunday, January 24, 2010

A Chapter Closes

I found this going through old notebooks of my scribblings. I don't remember where this came from or why, but I enjoyed the imagery in it. Clearly it was from the end of something powerful.

A Chapter Closes  

Love grows, love dies
Much like the winter snow.
Bliss grows old,
People change.
Pain, distrust,
A God becomes a mortal,
A man a devil.
Crash and burn
Emotional slide
Fabric of life rips.
One becomes two.
The end looms,
A chapter longs to close.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Spell Drive

This was a poetic response to  Bruce Nauman's "South American Chair 1981" that I viewed at the Dia Art Museum.

Suspended, imprisoned
No way out.
I hang, caught in
A vortex of my own despair.

Everywhere I turn,
I'm surrounded
By an impenetrable
Circle of an iron cast.

I freeze,
Pierced by the
Hard coldness of
Reality.

The fall
Without an end
And yet,
I yearn...