38 Art Poem by Saiom Shriver

As a youth he read only poetry, a bee supping only on
nectar, an angel sipping ambrosia.
*
The artist paints the lily.. water colors dry on the canvas
.. but the lilyroots remain wet
*
The present's fleecy cloud wrapping is removed revealing
the jewel Sun streaming His own ribbons.
*
Hexagonal are honeycombs and snowflakes
and the columns in the Giant's Causeway that basalt makes
and round Saturn's north pole it is not his rings
but a sixpointed hexagon which does Jupiter brake
*
April south wind stirs October leaves of red into a mobile
with no visible threads
*
Unlike a freshman's trunk, overpacked, clothes spilling out,
the epigrams of Gore Vidal... have a world in few words.
*
Poets you love are rungs on a ladder...
for your morning glory poems they become a lattice