Drifts

Drifts
Feb. 03, 2016

Kandinsky's "Winter Landscape"

I should rue the day I discovered that I’ve eyes only for you.

Might as well add blindness to my muteness  

For having eyes devoted only to a woman that could never see you, as you do her

Had but closed all doors, all windows,

And all opportunities

For a person to love and be loved.

Drifts.

*Old dribbled note I found in my work notebook written in pencil with the title written at the bottom with blue pen.

Two Left Feet

Two Left Feet

Jul. 16, 2014

Renoir's Dance at Bougivai

I brushed my uniform with the right hand

Movement conjunction with beat of the band

Sitting on the corner, alone; I didn’t want them to understand

…that I dance with two left feet.

I guess I met your stare

Don’t know if you felt sorry for my despair,

Or maybe didn’t care;

I just wished you hadn’t noticed…because I dance with two left feet.

As your legs glided through the ballroom floor

Your beautiful body contoured, the lights couldn’t do justice to the dress that you wore

With each of your step my anxiety soared

Hiding in my corner with my two left feet.

“You want to give a girl a dance?” is what you said.

Your dimpled smile increased my dread

Because I didn’t want the word to spread

That I only dance with two left feet.

“It’s cozy here” I replied.

Staring away from you, with time I bide

Wishing rejection would save my pride

Embarrassed of my two left feet.

“You’re gonna let me dance on my own?”

Your determination is like stone;

My fear, your persuasion dethroned.

Below your stare quivering are my two left feet.

So I got up and took your arm

Intoxicated by your charm

My hesitant attitude disarmed

As well as the stiffness of my two left feet.

I put my arms around your waist

Your soft hands my shoulders braced

The music started without haste

Anticipation was killing my two left feet.

First step I took was a mistake

Bungling with every move I make

The smile I gave you was a fake

But those that cannot lie are my two left feet.

“Just have fun, we got this.”

With calming voice my cares dismissed

I knew then this was a rare time; an opportunity I cannot miss

Not everyday I get to impress someone like you with my two left feet.

With mind cleared, my cares absolved

Holding you close to me is like paradise evolved

Through many songs, our bodies on the floor revolved

Forgetting about my two left feet.

With every sound and every beat

Given the chance again, this decision I would repeat

For without you this night would have been incomplete

As I walked you home with my two left feet.

The Eremite

The Eremite

Oct. 8, 2010

S. Ivanov's The Death of A Hermit

His long winter is bittersweet

Forlorn happiness, his mind’s deceit

Cracked fingers of abandoned days

As gray tufts in his head decays

Eyes are failing, his touch numb

His requiem beckons; the angels hum

Recluse is his twilight’s final joy

Deserted to the sea his last, his sinking buoy

In this old dark and unforgiving place

He makes his last defiant gaze

Onto a place need still traverse

Alas life on the cursed limbs dispersed

As he face his mortality with sad accepting grace

A dab of regret for all the things he can’t retrace

Though life is full of fears and fakes

He lived his brave and true; no false weepers in his wake

In his heart a slight smile; consolation of a dying mind

For his time, his life wasn’t undefined.

The Plum

The Plum
Feb. 20, 2012

Klimt's The Three Ages of a Woman

They are the wrinkles that shape your surface
The darkness that over-ripened your skin
The unceasing process that cycles eternity
Of life and death; beginning and ending
That enjoins you to the flow that we all belong to
Engulfs you into the abyss that all commonalities know
Into the circle we live to break
The fear we disbelieve as inevitable

It is the sweet alcoholic taste
The dry decay of your being
Your defiant acquiescence to time
Of aging and dying; unyielding yet changing
That endows you an immortal beauty, a perpetual depth
That few can only know
The unrelenting grace we dream to achieve
The joy we need bear as inescapable

For Only By The Night

For Only By The Night
Oct. 7, 2010

Wyeth's Ides of March

The screams of hollowing winds tear through thy ears
As the sounds of thousands rumbling horses momentarily coheres
T’is when one hides under the mantle of thickly covered sheets
With only a snout jutting as all courage fleets
The wretched winds clawed the roofs
And the rain fogged the panes, as if darkness is not already aloof
The table’s lantern flickers as if to give
Blackest pupils peer at the moving shadows, demons fictive.
For it is only by the night do these wicked things appear
Sudden and unforeseen; if only those white furs can hide thy fears.

Your Face Under the Aspen Trees

Persephone Walking Away or Your Face Under the Aspen Trees
Feb. 19, 2010

Mangan's photo of Glacier Gorge, RMNP

As I walk in the sea of orange and red,
All I remember was kissing you goodbye in bed,
In the forehead wet and longing,
Tried not to wake you; every moment prolonging.
As I write these under the aspens,
All I can think about is you and my heart hastens,
To be with you by your side,
This yearning from all I must hide.
Instead I gaze at the splendor of the trees dying,
Oh how beautiful death could be; mournful crying
As they turn the mountains into wonders in their final sighs
Their rosy slumber are like our goodbyes
No beauty or grace can more be found,
Yet in sadness and sorrow woefully abound.

The First Light

The First Light or Sunshine
Aug. 13, 2010

Volegov's Malta Waterfront

Turn thy head sweetest,
So I may see them
As they bounce off your hair, your flowing locks.
And they animate every strand, every curl.

Smile for me my dearest,
So I may enjoy the moment.
The shimmer on your shoulders, sharp curves and angles.
The contrast of shadow against your supple skin; light bouncing to mine eyes.

My sight, don’t fail me now.
Lend me your grace once more.
As the sun draws her to me, like a painting on an easel.
Let me remember as she basks on sunshine.