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High Desert Art

New Years Eve

12/31/2015

New Year’s Eve

Fine
Flakes
Drift
Down,
Sieved
And
Sifted
Through
The
Coverlet
Of
This
Last
December
Day,
Sun
Locked
Away,
The
Mountain
Lost
In
Grey.
A
Troubled
Year
Draws
To
A
Close
In
Chill
Repose,
Though
Winter’s
Season
Won’t
Yet
Let
Go,
And
Will
Cover
Us
In
Snow.
But
Blue
Breaks
Through.
Sun
Will
Light
Us
Until
Night,
When,
With
A
Sigh,
We
Say
Goodbye.

Assemblage

12/29/2015

'Women Carrying Baskets' 9" H

Assemblage

The
Trailing
Gown
Of
Perfection
Sweeps
Dust
To
And
Fro
As
Round
About
The
Halls
I go.
My
Hands
Are
Too
Weak
To
Seize
The
Thing
I seek,
My
Mind
Too
Slow
To
Take
Me
Where
I want
To
Go.
Making
Is
Finding,
Taking,
And
Partly
Breaking.
Any
Art
Is
Ancient
And
New,
And
In
My
Way,
What
I try
To
Do.
Round
And
Round
The
Hall
I go,
Casting
A
Tattered
Shadow
On
The
Wall.

From My Window

12/27/2015

From My Window

A
Truck
Inches
Past,
The
Driver
Reckless
To
The
Last
In
The
Frozen
Snow,
With
Someplace
Vital
To
Go.
Staring
Straight
Ahead,
Likely
Hoping
He
Doesn’t
Wind
Up
Dead.
Sky
Meets
Earth
Without
A
Seam,
And
All
Is
An
Icy
Gleam,
Blanketed
To
Cover
Winters
Dozing
Lover,
Sweet
Summer.

Christmas Happiness

12/25/2015

*Richard Stine*

Operation

12/23/2015

*Edvard Munch* 'Self-portrait on the Operating Table'

Operation

The
Hospital
Is
A
Pretty,
Pale
Green
City.
In
The
Surgery
Waiting
Room,
I sit
With
Others,
Each
Holding
A
Clear
Plastic
Bag
Containing
Folded
Clothes
And
Covers.
Glances
Roam
To
The
Latticed
Electronic
Status
Board,
Which
Tracks
Forward
The
Number
Of
Our
Beloved
From
Procedure
To
Recovered,
When
We
Can
Bear
Them
Home.
I amuse
The
Two
Year
Old
Daughter
Of
A
Stranger
With
My
Phone,
One
Floor
Up,
My
Own
In
Danger.

Got You Last

12/21/2015

Got You Last

Here,
Says
Maker,
Gimme,
Says
Taker,
Mine,
Says
Breaker.
Childhood
Is
A
Battle
Field
No
One
Can
Yield,
Fought
In
Youths
Sunny
Weather,
On
A
Tilting
Field.
Here,
Says
Player,
Gimme
Says
Prayer,
Mine,
Says
Slayer.
Farewell,
Says
Grower,
Becoming
A
Knower.

Puzzle

12/19/2015

Puzzle

Little
Lost,
Less
Found
When
Love
Turned
Around.
Pain
Came
Like
Monsoon
Rain
And
Circling
The
Storm
Drain,
Fond
Illusion
Drowned.
Nothing
Remembered,
Nothing
Forgot,
Hours
Wove
Into
A
Knot,
Until
There
Was
No
Knowing
What
Went
Wrong
Or
What
Went
Right
In
A
Single
Night.

Image

12/17/2015

'Young Woman With A Mirror' *Giovanni Bellini*

Image

In
The
Mirror
Dwell
These
Three:
A
Blend
Of
Me
That
Was,
And
Me
That
Is,
And
The
Shadow
Me
That
Will
Be.
The
Trick
Is
To
See
A
Melding
Of
The
Triad
With
Grace,
While
Keeping
A
Smile
On
My
Changing
Face.

Forecast

12/15/2015

Forecast

Snow
Covers
The
Town
In
A
Heavy
Gown,
Form
And
Shape
A
Thick
Drape.
Tree
Limbs
Bend
And
Quick
Falls
Descend
To
Freshly
Cover
All.
Now,
Here’s
The
Brilliant
Rising
Sun,
And
When
His
Days
Work
Is
Done,
The
Snow
May
Be
Almost
Gone.

Silence

12/13/2015

Silence

The
Satellite
Is
On
The
Fritz,
Due
To
Last
Night’s
Wintry
Blitz.
Whenever
It
Rains
Or
Snows
Or
The
Desert
Wind
Blows.
The
System
Goes,
Depriving
Folks
Of
Sound
And
Light
That
Gets
Them
Through
The
Aural
Night.
I wait,
And
Drink
My
Morning
Tea,
Until,
Glory
Be,
The
Music
Is
Returned
To
Me.