Path
I used to write poetry.
I had a passion for stringing words like perfect beads,
I loved painting with metaphor,
I had an ear for the rhythm of the drums of description,
a longing to honor the unsaid.
I used to write poetry,
now I make collage.
Self Portrait
Now I paint with paper and photo transfer,
ephemera and rust,
all the elements of visual revelation.,
the poetry of collage.
Perspective
Like the dream of climbing a magical
bean stalk into a world of abundant riches,
the gold of collage ripens daily wonders.
Ripple
and ripples into the banal, the ordinary day,
Ripple 2
transforms with wonder the infinite
possibility of muted detritus,
awakens ten thousand eyes.
I used to write poetry.
And now I've set it free.
3 comments:
methinks you still do write poetry and very well, I might add!! these are all great pieces. I am particularly drawn to your self portrait piece and perspective, but they are all wonderful.
and yes, I think your garden will remember you!
I especially ike your Ripple pieces and from what I have read here, Marie, your poetry-writing muse has not abandoned you. I enjoyed reading your post.
wow! did you write this poem?? I think you still write poetry AND you do collage both-- intertwined and connected
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