from The Woman in an Imaginary Painting: It comes through…

featured in the poetry forum March 13, 2021  :: 0 comments

It comes through me,
she says. Like light.
As if I am

a cup waiting
on the table.
As if emptiness

attracts. As if
stillness rings like
a bell, the sound

singing its way,
and silence asks
wisdom for more.

editors note:

Sound from silence like color from white. (We welcome Tom to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of his madness on his new page – check it out.) – mh clay

from The Woman in an Imaginary Painting: Cohesion…

featured in the poetry forum July 23, 2020  :: 0 comments

Cohesion is a
promise we cannot

keep. Things fly
apart. That is

nature’s way.
Sometimes in our

foolish moments
we think that art

can stop the dis-

Art can’t start or
stop anything.

See: the paint is
already fading.

The woman
in the painting

is receding to
the farthest edge

of the universe,
or of what

will be left there
when we reach

that bitter end.

editors note:

Someone needs to paint that final picture. Let’s art anyway! – mh clay