Arthouse
Interpretation, perception, inspiration
Masterpiece on the wall
Intelligence, culture, popularity
Masterpiece on the wall
Appraisal, gavel, reappraisal
Commodity on the wall
A Walk Past Dawn
At 7:00, it’s already hot, two hours past solstice dawn.
The paths are full, as if it’s noon.
Dog walkers, mountain bikers, runners all seek to avoid the dire prediction.
Heat Apocalypse.
Record-breaking 100 degree temperatures expected for days.
Few air conditioners in the Pacific Northwest,
Where we used to call June “Junuary” and complain about the summer rain.
Ah, for those days.
And yet, the birds sing, accompanying me as I walk.
Do they know?
Hour 3 – Full Circle (text prompt)
I’ll fall for you, full circle
Let your voice encircle me
A litany
If there’s a God they’ll be hearing me
Sing your praises with my heart
silently
Too shy to brag but I’m proud of you
It’s true.
Sometimes I don’t know what I’m gonna do
But
I’ll fall for you, full circle
An endless loop or just 3 seconds
Momentarily
Wondering what you like to do
I consider what I’d do if you’re ever through
Scarily
My diagnosis like a death sentence
Yet
Even if the world forgets
I’ll fall for you, full circle
Buy your merch, drop a link,
Parasocial
You don’t know me, yet I’ll still sink
Clip that
Million views, pick and choose
Increasing revenues
Concerned for your health as we blow it up,
full glow up
And I wonder if you’ll ever know
It’s
All for you, full circle
Ode to Freelancer Poem 3
Ode to Freelancer-Poem 3
The bridge with views
The river overlooking the green
The woodlands on the river screen
The green on the walk offscreen
The Bridge with views
Photography her passion
Vacation her progression
The rock her disillusion
The Bridge with Views
Captures the scene distance
Gives in to her acceptance
The green every relevance
The trees with distinction
The views an illusion
The image an impression
The Bridge an experimentation
@Sabinah Adewole 26/06/2021
An Ode celebrating a person, place, thing or idea, praising something stanza forms vary
Hour 3 – The Created
Look at the dirt.
The soil which sustains life:
Twisting roots anchoring,
Gathering and delivering.
The bugs which feed it all:
Laboriously collecting,
Climbing, marching, dying.
Look at the dirt and say:
“This is good.”
Look at the water.
The streams that ripple:
Cleansing and clear,
Quenching and carrying.
The seas that thunder:
Deep, dark, and ineffable
Alive with mystery and motion.
Look at the water and say:
“This is good.”
Look at the sky.
The stars that blink:
Distant and vast and tiny
Sketching myths across void.
The universe that shimmers:
Encompassing, expanding, creating,
Alight with life and fire.
Look at the sky and say:
“This is good.”
Look at yourself.
Your body which holds your form:
Breathing, moving, digesting,
Dancing, speaking, healing.
Your mind which is the truest you:
Perceiving, analyzing, organizing,
Feeling, loving, creating.
Look at yourself and wonder:
“Is this good?”
Springtime
There you are.
I do not remember you.
There under a gloss finish,
You point your lens at me across the water.
An older man laughs beside you
And the wind lifts a veil of petals around you both.
You could be anyone,
Frozen in springtime.
I wonder if,
Flicking through your albums,
You ever glance back at me.
I wonder if I am young and untarnished to you –
Frozen under a gloss finish
And a smile.
Appetency – 3 of 24
sometimes,
summer’s hungry is different
in the may of my sixteen
I took a few bites
that’s all, just a few, my
hands replaced by
a knife and an axe
somedays, my thinning
was a violence
you’d have to testify to
if you bared witness but
other days, my thinning
was an artform.
whittle, whittle. this was all for love
and all in vain.
summer’s hungry is still different
I always hope I will wake up
some June afternoon
and be unbelievably skinny again
despite the decade that separates me
from that vehemence
I think the sun fools me into
thinking that I will meet every
autumn with something
to show for summer
no more first-days-of-school
but I still pack for them
my thinner body laying out
with my backpack and gum
What I wish for YOU
You are loved —
When told to a child
and shown in everyday actions,
strengthens that child as intensely
as well-balanced food, safe shelter, and exercise.
You are loved –
When reported by a friend,
who watches the ordinary, helping gestures
and sees the eyes look across the room,
convinces one of the great fortune.
You are loved –
When we sense in nature’s gifts —
sunflowers, and sweet chirping are bird thank-you’s;
when little miracles get us home safely,
through the pretty, but slippery Winter storms.
I am loved! You are loved, too.
By Nancy Ann Smith
getting focused
my 35 mm camera
still uses film
still uses manual focus
still takes the best photo
still makes me think before
i shoot those photos
of travel
of family
of friends
of memories
it’s a reliable old workhorse
similar to me
a little scratched
a little worn
a little slow
but keeps focusing on life