silk screening the day
the blue and green intensities of it
I wandered on my way
and you said I departed;
this was never so.
I wept, silk screening the snows,
the icicle violets,
thinking you would know or recognize the
deeper blues and the news
that's never said, just understood.
what if I bled light?
what if everything I did right,
you read as wrong?
and I silk screened the moon
in the afternoons and looking so displaced
showing her ivoried face against the blue.
silk screening the end,
I will begin again
the rose in my heart
.
like a fan unfolds.
ah, it should be God that knows:
how to bring this to a close;
I can't.
mary angela douglas 23 april 2015; 17 march 2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I will begin again with rose in heart. This is an amazing art shared on really. Fine poem really.10