Silk Sceening The Day The Blue And The Green Intensities Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

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