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High Desert Art

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.

Breakfast Visitors

2/14/2025

If
I Stay
Very
Still,
Soon
I Will
See
The
Finches
Fill
The
Window
Tree.
Red
Of
Head
And
Breast,
They
Stop
To
Rest,
Groom
Their
Feathers,
Oblivious
To
All
Weathers.
In
The
Safety
Of
The
Branches,
Conduct
Brief
Romances,
Then
Fly
Away,
Until
Another
Day.

You, Again

2/7/2025

Try
As
I Might,
Every
Night,
You
Invade
My
Dreams.
Nothing
Is
As
It
Was,
The
Misty
Stranger
Is
Apt
To
Change,
As
Does
The
Intricate
Game,
But
It’s
You
All
The
Same.
Memory’s
Not
Worth
A
Damn,
I Remain
Who
I Am,
And
Love
Has
Been
Gone
Ever
So
Long,
But
It’s
The
Same
Old
Song
As
On
I Chase,
Trying
To
Clearly
See
Your
Face.

The Writer's Lament

1/31/2025

Death
Is
A
Constant,
That’s
Quite
True,
Makes
A
Random
Visit
To
A
Friend
Or
Two,
Then
Suddenly,
It’s
You.
Finding
The
Fated
Spirit
There,
Abruptly,
You’re
Out
Of
Air.
With
It’s
Delicate,
Inevitable
Choice,
Comes
A
Loss
Of
Voice,
So
Take
Great
Care
To
Say
Your
Piece,
We’re
All
Of
Us
Set
On
Quick
Release.

Wolf Moon

1/17/2025

I Saw
The
Full
Moon
Rise,
Winter
White
Against
The
Indigo
Night,
It’s
Glow
Of
Light
Dappling
The
Barren
Trees,
And
I Was
Pleased
To
Witness
It’s
Steady
Travel,
A
Galaxy
Of
Stars
Beginning
To
Unravel
As
It
Climbed,
The
Pocked
Expression
A
Tranquil
Smile,
Luminous
Over
The
Empty,
Vast,
And
Open
Miles.

Music 7

1/10/2025

Fragments
Of
Song
Are
My
Companions
All
Day
Long.
These
Vary
From
Rock
To
Bach,
Lyric
And
Rhyme
Keeping
Time.
Poetry
Of
The
Masses,
Refrains
Treasured
By
All
Classes,
Themes
That
Mean
More
Than
Most
Know,
Heard
Everywhere
We
Go.