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 blue violet and the news
that's never said, just understood.
what if I said light?
what if everything I did right,
you read as wrong?
and I silk screened the dawn, misplaced
in the afternoons
.
silk screening the end,
I will begin again
the rose in my heart
.
like a fan unfolds
or like a coral sunset, sets
ah, it should be God that knows:
how to bring this poem to a close;
I can't.
mary angela douglas 23 april 2015; 17 march 2016; 1 december 2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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