My eyes leave the women—dancing and worshiping—
advance to the water, color and texture of glass,
the light the droplets falling.
At one point I think the women could be mermaids
but abandon that theory along with the one about ice.
The water is blue, green, purple, the women silhouettes.
Then I notice the face—looking upward—
central to the red section, where God looks like
a snowman, blowing bubbles through separated lips.
The power of the breath of God is grace befalling.
And even wonder.
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July 24, 2009 at 10:20 pm
jessiecarty
Looks like someone is working on a series
Favorite line: but abandon that theory along with the one about ice
July 24, 2009 at 10:31 pm
helenl
Jessie,
I have twelve poems and thought they’d make a great chapbook. But I don’t have the artist’s permission to use the pictures, and they don’t get accepted very often as stand alone poems. Tow have been published, and a few are out there. Also, they’ve been on the web. So I’m just putting them out once again with links to Miki’s pictures.
July 25, 2009 at 10:22 am
jessiecarty
i guess an online chapbook with links to the pictures would be neat!
July 25, 2009 at 10:28 am
helenl
That’s a good idea, but I can’t locate the links for two of the poems. This “chapbook” is a big mess. LOL
July 26, 2009 at 5:35 pm
phoebe kate
as always, the beauty of your verse and the beauty of miki’s art complement each other perfectly.
July 26, 2009 at 6:05 pm
helenl
Thanks, Phoebe.