Samara
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Colossal samara sculpture spinning
The gentle breeze provoking giant seed
Around the garden at a ghostly speed
The bronze patinaed green and weathered well
Enormous silent, it has me grinning
The towering art, not aunaturel
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Early Morning Commute
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I assumed the art was of glowing twilight
Purple sky resembles a painting I have
Hazy morning forms silhouettes of charcoal
Morning not twilight
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(A Sapphic Stanza)
At Rest
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Simply resting in the dropseed
Reclined among the beautiful
Mighty fine respite indeed
Gaze stays the same through the seasons.
All my senses I must employ
Remaining right here for reasons
Among the nature I enjoy
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I never tire of the view
In fact it energizes me
Through time there’s always something new.
Just leave me right here, I am fine
Under my blanket of grasses
Gathering up all the sunshine
Just art to the passing masses.
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Stone Seeds
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The acorns soundly lie
Beneath oak trees sky high
Too large to yield to whims of squirrels
Will never multiply
While others sprout nearby
From stone seeds only silence unfurls.
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Nature Distilled
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This scene is like something I’ve seen
Just look there’s a hare under there
And a tree with Medusa Hair
A sapphire diamond sky gleams
Soil layers serpentine
Giant blooms sent high in the air
Amazing life when roots aren’t there
It’s nature but there’s no green
Is that a partridge on the limb?
Not a pear so chances are slim
The wild we see distilled to shapes
It’s nature at the artist’s whim
Perhaps as the sun starts to dim
A fractured and compelling landscape.
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Stoneleigh
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A large gray mansion built of Wissahickon schist
With 45 rooms embellished in wood grain
Is more impressive when the details aren’t missed.
Easy to be distracted by size insane
In the small details the real wonder exists
The charm of stone flowers is hard to explain
The home’s grandeur is the point some may insist
It’s these small stone blooms that keep it from mundane
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(A Sicilian Octave Poem)
Permanent Bloom
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In a garden full of real blooms
I’m drawn to the metal flowers
On the gates of the garden rooms
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Lasting eons instead of hours
Never bothered by garden pests
Patinaed by weather’s power
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Within may still find insect nests
Though not a perfect habitat
Upon it you’ll find a bird rests
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(An Enclosed Triplet Poem)
Art at the Tire Shop
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I found art in the local tire store
While waiting for four new wheels and rear brakes
I have to wait, what more can I ask for?
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What’s hidden inside is a mystery
It’s original form is history
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Now a focal piece and a chair no more
Was the start of this a small mistake?
Or has the creator done this before?
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You can find art in the strangest places
Beyond museums and display spaces
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What artwork do I miss as I explore
Gathering groceries, addressing toothaches
Adding some excitement to what may bore
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I need to live with my eyes open wide
Just never knowing where beauty does hide
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Art is a lump covered in labels galore
At flea markets and on grocery store cakes
Or the dark doodles on a bathroom door
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The art you see is in your state of mind
To what you call art others may be blind
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It is of you reader I do implore
Remember in art there is no mistake
A happy accident someone will adore
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Art is more than purchases from the store
It’s stickers and stencils and meter breaks
It’s more than home furnishing decor
It can be a chair at the tire store.
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Rainy Day Tattooing
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Gray, rainy Sunday wrist tattooing
Why not? What else would we be doing
On this washout of a day?
Tattooing wrist, Sunday rainy gray
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Fortitude and patience, creation and onlookers
Curiosities and artwork, WiFi connected appointment bookers
Raindrops and ink spots, a life choice with great magnitude
Onlookers and creation, patience and fortitude
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Smiles and relief, independence and milestones
Surrounded by insects with gears and deformed bones
This curiosity shop slash tattoo parlor beguiles
Milestones and independence, relief and smiles.
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(A Swap Quatrain Poem)
Abandoned Infrastructure
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Old infrastructure crumbles
Bold paint adorns gray walls
Cold air moves as voices rumble
Untold artists, after dark, leave scrawls.
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Adaptive reuse provides fun
Active legs will be aching next day
Live in the moment before there are none
Forgive freely and make time to play.
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(A Lento Poem)
A Picture and a Poem 