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High Desert Art

In Storage

8/31/2022

*The Pueblo Rug* 64" H X 48" W Oil On Linen

What
Is
Chosen
To
Forget,
Without
Regret?
Memories
Spill,
As
Precious
Things
Will,
Sugar
From
A
Spoon,
The
Phases
Of
The
Moon.
All
Those
Yesterdays
Scatter
Away,
Even
Scars
Become
Faint
As
Distant
Stars,
As
A
Swirling
Galaxy
Of
Years
Fade
Beyond
Recall,
And
We
Become
The
Essence
Of
It
All.

Tryst

8/29/2022

*Rubens* The Honeysuckle Bower

Rosemary,
Garlic,
A
Bird,
A
Little
Wine,
And
When
The
Music
Can
Be
Heard,
You
Will
Be
Mine,
In
Luxury
Of
Time
And
Candle
Shine,
In
Word
And
Deed
Fulfilling
Every
Need,
And
When
The
Night
Is
Done,
With
No
More
To
Say,
We’ll
Go
Our
Separate
Way.

Lacunae

8/27/2022

*Torso 5* 30" H X 24" W Acrylic On Canvas

Forces
May
Seek
To
Snug
Up
My
Past,
And
Try
To
Cast
Me
As
This
Or
That,
But
It
Can’t
Last,
Or
Hide
The
Years
Spent
Ankle
Deep
In
Tears,
Bullied
By
A
Hundred
Fears.
Just
Try
To
Cover
Every
Random
Lover,
Every
Crazy
Scheme
Wrapped
In
Paint
And
Canvas
That
Had
No
Seam,
Words
A
Jammed
Up
Stream,
The
World
A
Waking
Dream.
I Came,
I Went,
And
Loved
The
Splendid
Show.
When
The
Time
Comes,
Just
Let
Me
Go.

Offworld

8/25/2022

I Don’t
Care
To
Travel
To
Outer
Space,
Nothing’s
There,
Although
This
Place
Is
Showing
Wear.
If
It
Gets
Too
Hot
And
The
Water
Dries,
Some
Of
Us
Will
Take
To
The
Skies.
It
Won’t
Be
Me
I Know,
And
Zillions
Others
Won’t
Go,
No
Room,
No
Giant
Ship
To
Make
The
Trip.
If
There’s
Trouble,
I’ll
Stay,
And
In
The
Rubble,
Find
My
Way.

Genre Blues

8/23/2022

Poets
Wind
Up
Writing
Prose,
And
Prose
Can
Be
Poetic,
As
Everyone
Knows,
So
What’s
The
Trouble
With
Stepping
Out
Of
A
Fixed
Bubble?
Words
Are
Tools,
And
I Hate
Rules.

On Writing

8/19/2022

Another
Rejection,
One
More
Heartless
No?
What
Can
Show
How
Far
It
Is
From
Where
You
Are
To
Reach
That
Tempting
Star?
This
Time,
No
Fame
Will
Glorify
Your
Humble
Name.
It’s
All
A
Crazy
Game.
I Say
The
Secret
To
Success
Is
In
A
Smile
As
You
Go
Down
In
Style,
Swallow
The
Pain,
Stand
Up
And
Try
Again.

Corporate

8/17/2022

Pirates
On
A
Choppy
Sea,
I Steal
From
You,
And
You
Cheat
Me.
That’s
Business,
Son,
That’s
How
It’s
Done.
Dumb
Customers
Will
Pay
To
Add
A
Crumb
To
Their
Dead
Day.
We’ll
Rake
It
In.
They
Want
Cake,
Instead,
They’ll
Take
Bread.

On Writing

8/15/2022

*Sally Rosenbaum*

I Greet
The
Daily
Situation
With
Some
Hesitation.
Should
I Manage
The
Work
To
Be
Done,
Or
Sit
In
The
Sun,
No
One
Waiting
For
My
Call,
No
One
Calling
Me
At
All.
Why
Spend
An
Hour
Of
My
Power
In
Endless
Labor
To
Put
A
Million
More
Words
On
Paper?
Although
It’s
A
Worthy
Deed,
I Pray,
Who
Will
Ever
Read
What
I Say?
Never
Care.
It
Can’t
Be
Wrong
To
Sing
My
Simple,
Silent,
Song.

Morning Glory

8/13/2022

The
Plant
Emerges,
Growth
Surges
As
The
Sunshine
Urges
It
To
Climb
Into
A
Thin
Vine
That
Twines
Up
And
Up,
Then
Bursts
Into
Bloom
And
Triumphs
In
The
Early
Light,
Although
The
Fragile
Flowers
Fade
And
Fall
Overnight.
Time
Bends
Us
Back
To
Earth
When
Our
Worth
Is
Spent,
Natures
Usual
Intent.

The Englishman

8/9/2022

*Olga Bos* Walking Away

A
Hundred
Smiles
Ago,
I Saw
Him
Again,
His
Famous
Grin
Grown
Slightly
Thin,
Still,
It
Gave
Me
That
Old
Thrill.
Back
Then,
I Had
A
Thousand
Leagues
To
Travel,
Trying
Not
To
Unravel,
So,
Without
A
Prayer
He
Would
Ever
Truly
Care,
I Left
Him
There,
But
I Well
Recall
The
Strength
Of
His
Arms,
And
His
Tender
Kiss,
Two
Things
I’ll
Always
Miss.