Two Art Poems, please C&C
Floyd Bass
My frisbee climbs to apogee
rounds the sun
glides back to my finger tip
and hovers there
between the earth and sky
and within my eye's conception
of blue heaven
where men and women swing
with Tarzan through the trees
Cheetah in the role of Peter
grins and shakes his ring of keys
and shows by his presence in this poem
that any half-bright ape
can drift a lilly pad
but here swims St. Mark's massive dome
in your cerulean vision of a middle kingdom.
On a Seascape by Winslow Homer
Homer I look and I believe
in the galvanized bucket that caught the leak
and the rusted-out Fairlane
that bought us in our winter coats.
In the preacher's steel rimed glasses
his crystal eyes
and in sunlight
through clear glass windows
to a concrete floor.
And if I sit before your picture and listen hard
I can hear the walrus voice
of that old New England God
and His Christ sighing in the ground swells
comming in.
CasualTee
>rounds the sun
>glides back to my finger tip
>and hovers there
>between the earth and sky
>and within my eye's conception
>of blue heaven
I don't know anything about art, so I can't really comment on these poems
except to say that I really liked the image of these lines.
~Cas :)
Floyd Bass
to share some experience. Our experience is often so subjective that we
can come out sounding obscure.
...the drive-by poet
Nah.. I got it and ya did good.. especially #2.
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Kevin Taylor ...the drive-by poet
poem invasion
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