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High Desert Art

Spectator

9/29/2023

I Watched
The
Harvest
Moon
Rise
Last
Night,
Extra
Large,
Lantern
Bright,
Pocked
With
Space
Junk
And
Metal
Flags
To
Mark
Our
Conquered
Place.
Even
In
The
Dark,
The
Spent
Machinery
Ticks
And
Clicks
With
Mysterious
Intent,
Recording
Data,
To
Inform
The
Distant
Invader.

Song Cycle

9/26/2023

Finches
Live
In
The
Old
Palm
Tree,
Between
The
Spikey
Fronds
Make
A
Home,
Furnished
With
Feathers
And
Sticks.
Unseen,
They
Do
Their
Balancing
Bird
Tricks,
And
Perched
Among
The
Blades
Sharp
Shade,
In
Comfy
Nests
They’ve
Made,
Sing
Like
Anything.

Quarrel

9/23/2023

*Iris* Acrylic On Canvas 16" H X 12" W

If
We
Part,
How
Shall
I Mend
My
Fractured
Heart,
Manage
Every
Day,
Head
High,
If
You
Should
Say
Goodbye?
And
If
I Go,
Your
Love
Will
Slow
To
Nothing
But
A
Sigh,
And
We
Will
Both
Know
Not
To
Scatter
Precious
Things
That
Truly
Matter.

Myrle

9/19/2023

*RT NTA FE* 30" H X 36" W Oil On Linen

Music
She
Loved,
And
Art,
Went
At
Life
With
An
Eager
Heart,
And
Lived
To
Reach
The
Century
Mark,
Before
She
Slipped
Away,
Into
The
Dark.
I Still
Lovingly
Recall
All
She
Had
To
Teach
Me
Of
Gracious
Beauty
Divine,
And
How
To
Make
A
Scrap
Of
It
Mine.

On Writing

9/15/2023

*The Pursuit Of Love* Oil On Paper

I Promise
I’ll
Finish
This
Current
Piece
Of
Prose
And
Paint,
But
That
Ain’t
The
Way
It
Goes.
I Just
Write
On,
And
Am
Never
Done.
It
May
All
Be
Only
For
Myself,
And
Wind
Up
On
My
Crowded
Shelf,
But
I Still
Have
A
Lot
To
Say,
And
Will
Paint
Another
Day.

Downpour

9/12/2023

A
Rare,
Rain
Drenched
Day,
The
Air
Dense
And
Gray,
Wind
Blowing
Showers
Past
To
Streak
The
Window
Glass
And
Dim
The
Light
Into
A
Lasting
Night.

September 08th, 2023

9/8/2023

Tilling

We
Plant
Our
Seeds
In
Loving
Hope,
And
If
The
Harvest
Fails
To
Come,
Struck
Dumb,
We
Must
Plow
On,
Turning
Over
The
Clay
Of
Yesterday,
To
Find
Another
Way.

Mister X

9/5/2023

*Painting by Thomas Donaldson*

He’s
The
Kind
Of
Man
Who
Would
Wreck
Your
Chaste
Plans,
And
Slowly,
Passionately,
Love
You
All
Up,
Hot
To
Hold
As
A
Coffee
Cup,
Then
Cover
You
In
Frost,
And
That’s
The
Cost
Of
Falling
In
With
Such
Persuasive
Men,
But
Then
Again…

Supermoon

9/1/2023

Come
With
Me,
Morning
Is
Soon,
And
We
Will
See
What’s
Left
Of
The
Moon,
Or
If
It’s
Gone,
Swallowed
By
The
Dawn.
We
Have
So
Little
Time
To
Track
The
Moon’s
Slow
Climb
And
Gentle
Fall,
But
If
We
Hurry,
We
Can
See
It
All.