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High Desert Art

Witness

4/18/2025

The
Pink
Full
Moon
Rises
Before
Dusk,
A
Semi-
Transparent
Husk,
And
Rolls
Up
The
Watered
Blue
Of
Sky,
Silent
As
A
Sigh.
It’s
Early,
As
Though
It
Could
Not
Wait
To
Breach
Heaven’s
Invisible
Gate.
In
The
Coming
Hours
Night
Will
See
It
Darken
Among
Cloud
Misty
Bars,
Floating
Free
Among
The
Stars.

The River

4/11/2025

Water
And
Mud.
Riding
The
Flood,
Sons
And
Daughters
Lost
In
The
Waters.
Dim
The
Light,
Dark
Is
The
Night,
The
Moon’s
Pocked
Glow
Raindrops
On
Snow.
A
Long
Journey
Hence,
Tears
Dried
To
A
Crust,
Nothing
Solid,
Then
Crumbling
Dust,
Layered
In
Rust.

Reverend Robert Leete Livingston 2

4/6/2025

*White Rose* 9" H X 12" W Oil On Canvas

My
Father,
Born
This
Day
A
Century
Away.
Tall,
Ernest,
Cheerful
Despite
All,
He
Answered
The
Call
Of
The
Church,
And
In
The
Lurch
Of
Life
And
Unimaginable
Strife,
His
Brief
Life
Dwindled
And
Was
Done,
Amen.
Since
Then,
I Fill
In
The
Time
I Never
Knew,
His
Boyhood,
Happy
On
His
Father’s
Land,
The
Bluegrass
Of
Kentucky
Close
At
Hand,
His
Brothers
Near.
The
Cherished
Memory
Of
Him
Painfully
Dear,
I Can
Almost
Hear
His
Laughter
As
I Miss
Him
Forever
After.

April Vow

4/4/2025

*The Green Hat* 20" H X 16" W Oil On Canvas

Starting
Today,
I’ll
Make
Everything
Right.
I’ll
Find
The
Words,
I’ll
See
The
Light.
I Won’t
Slip,
Falter,
Or
Fall,
I’ll
Truly,
Faithfully,
Give
It
My
All.
I May
Fail,
And
If
I Do,
I Promise
You,
Tomorrow
I’ll
Begin
All
Over
Again.

Down Among The Dead

3/28/2025

The
Past
Slips
Across
My
Dreams
Like
A
Ship,
The
Taste
Of
The
Sea
On
My
Lips.
I Sail
Across
Brief
Time,
Waiting
For
The
Bell
To
Sound
That
Final
Chime,
My
Tale
All
Ended
In
A
Tender
Kiss,
Fading
Into
A
Fragrant
Mist.

Faithful

3/21/2025

*Elizabeth's Rose* 12" H X 9" W Oil On Canvas

You
May
Meet
With
Scorn
And
Laughter
If
It’s
True
Love
You’re
After.
Most
Have
No
Use
For
The
Disarray,
Stay
Well
Away,
And
Settle
For
The
Temporary,
Shallow,
Fleeting,
Thing,
And
Guard
Their
Heart.
As
For
Me,
I’ll
Risk
The
Stormy
Sea
And
Reckless
Dance
Of
Sweet,
Deeply
Felt,
Romance.

The Ides

3/14/2025

The
Sun
Begins
To
Sink,
Turning
The
Eastern
Sky
Lavender
Pink.
The
Day
Was
Nice,
But
The
Wind
Seemed
Sharpened
Ice.
There
Is
A
Hint
Of
Spring,
Only
A
Faint
Scent,
The
Morning
Bright,
But
Winter
Haunts
The
Night.

Immigrant

3/7/2025

Uprooted,
Sorrow
Too
Deep
For
Tears,
Clings
For
Countless
Years,
Then
At
Last,
Moves
Slowly
Past,
Dwindles
To
A
Bearable
Symbol,
Dulls
The
Painful
Cost,
And
Thankfully,
Is
Almost
Lost.

Disregarded

2/28/2025

“Mind
My
Words,”
She
Said,
Tilting
Her
Silver
Head,
“Love,
With
It’s
Ruthless
Scissors,
Will
Rend
The
Heart
With
Cracks
And
Fissures,
Leaving
Your
Foolish
Dreams
In
Tatters.
And
Don’t
Think
It
Matters
How
Much
You
Care,
If
The
Devilish
Rogue’s
Abruptly
Not
There.”
Now,
Years
After,
I Recall
What
Then
I Never
Heeded,
And
To
My
Joy,
The
Dire
Warning
Wasn’t
Ever
Needed.

Opting Out

2/21/2025

*Cartier - Bresson*

Deliberately
Absent,
In
The
Silence
There
Comes
Peace.
Exempt
For
A
Time,
Nothing
Driving,
No
More
Striving,
No
More
The
Race,
One
Can
Find
A
Place
In
Mossy
Quiet,
Far
From
The
Noisy
Riot.