what began as year-long challenge has become perpetual until further notice
Pre-Raphaelite – a Terza Rima
The hoarfrost rose warmed by poets’ sighs,
its canes, its sweet blades frame gossamer morn
where winter’s nights are pierced by summer eyes.
Beyond the picture the rime traces thorn
and twig; the sleeping creatures burrowed, still.
But there, in the flaming summer, a dawn-
drenched redhead clasps her hair with a lily
forever; the sun’s unreached azimuth,
forever; blue eyes, chin curve, the high sill
of cheek and brow, all captured forever.
In stasis the waking creatures play, youth
is theirs, is hers, while the seasons sever
from all within the frame and age the rest of us, cut ties
so that the hoarfrost rose is warmed by a poet’s sighs.
poems, prose and pathways
Writer | Artist
Fatos e Curiosidades sobre a natureza e tecnologia
Meditations on Art and Life
"per l' allegria il pianeta nostro è poco attrezzato. Bisogna strappare la gioia ai giorni futuri "
a resource for moving poetry
Linking collage work to the meaning of personal and universal symbols.
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