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The Senses

2/22/2019

*Michael Parkes* The Music Of Water

The Senses

Today
My
Morning
Tea
Tastes
Of
The
Stable
Where
I used
To
Play,
The
Scent
Of
Dust
And
Hay,
The
Horses
Gone
Away.
I climbed
Into
A
Brittle
Carriage,
The
Leather
Hood
Stiff
With
Time,
The
Crumbling
Seat
Cracked
Like
Stone,
And
Me,
Quite
Alone
To
Hear
The
Past
Whisper,
Nothing
Lasts.

Winterbound

2/20/2019

Winterbound

Snow,
Filling
In
The
Hollows
Of
The
Earth,
Blanketing
All
Of
Worth,
Rendering
Useless
Daily
Travels
Until
Time
Unravels,
Stopping
The
Clock
Hand
As
I begin
To
Understand
Fragility
And
Futility.

Trickster

2/18/2019

*Albuquerque 3* 24" H X 30" W Oil On Linen

Trickster

Brilliant
Sun
Graces
My
Space,
As
Clouds
Invade
Some
Other
Place.
Fickle
February
Lies,
Fooling
Us
With
High
Blue
Skies,
Tempting
In
A
Dream
Of
Spring,
Then
In
An
Hour,
Stills
The
Budding
Flower,
And
Snow
Covers
Every
Thing.

Rite Of Passage

2/16/2019

*Under The Rainbow Cloud* 52" H X 76" W Oil On Linen

Rite Of Passage

Every
Loving
Mother
Understands
The
Precious
Daughter
Briefly
In
Her
Hands,
Requiring
Close
Care
For
The
Time
That
She
Is
There,
Before
She
Scatters
Everywhere
In
A
Womanly
Glow,
To
Form
A
Rainbow.

Sentiment

2/14/2019

Sentiment

Two
Curves
Join
To
Form
One
Heart,
Perhaps
Thereby,
A
Love
Will
Start.
Fragile
Berries
May
Then
Grow
Into
An
Ivy
To
Keep
Them
So,
Or
Not,
Because
If
They
Are
Blind,
Gauze
Is
The
Only
Tie
That
Binds.

Companion

2/12/2019

*She-Who-Listens* Carved Pine * Poplar Base * 12" H

Companion

Over
Azure
Seas,
In
The
Cyclades,
Carved
Figures
Were
Clasped
In
Still
Hands
To
Guide
Their
Soul
Across
The
Wide
Divide
To
Death.
Here,
Native
Peoples
Had
The
Same,
A
Counter
In
The
Ancient
Game,
Listening,
Listening,
For
A
Voice
That
Never
Came.

Essence

2/10/2019

*Angel 4* 36" H X 30" W Acrylic On Canvas

Essence

The
Spirit
Labors
To
Become,
To
Stretch
Furled
Wings
Of
Stone
As
A
Woman
Grown,
Join
With
The
Humble
Flesh
And
Remain,
Bold
And
Free,
Within
The
Brain.

Be Mine

2/8/2019

Be Mine

Chilly
February,
Month
Of
The
Heart,
Coming
Together
Or
Falling
Apart.
Love
Is
A
Puzzle,
I know
This
Is
True,
But
I’m
A
Believer,
How
About
You?

February Vigil

2/6/2019

February Vigil

Winter
Holds
Us
In
Its
Claw,
As
We
Await
Spring’s
Blessed
Thaw.
Clouds
Billow
Into
Human
Shapes
In
Chilly
Folds
And
Icy
Drapes,
And
Far
Below,
We
Brace
For
Snow.

Noir

2/4/2019

Noir

Among
The
Palms,
Where
No
One
Goes,
The
Elusive
Black
Rose
Quietly
Grows,
Harbinger
Of
Deadly
Woes.
Feared
By
Natives,
Shunned
By
Priests,
Afraid
A
Hex
Will
Be
Released.
I consider
This
A
Shame.
A
Rose
Of
Any
Color
Will
Surely
Smell
The
Same.