The Circles Of Chaled Res Poem by Denis Mair

All the circles painted by Chaled Res are superimposed in my imagination.

There is the burning furnace of solar love that moves all things on earth;

there is a circle of ardent blood that resists the coming of darkness;

the arc of sight catches slanting rays setting autumn's colors ablaze;

there is a circle of fertile earth tones checkered with flower-petal banners;

an azure sky touches all horizons, with spaces amid leaves written in sky-ink;

webs of black threads try to fill up white circles, preparing for letters to emerge;

twilight seen from within a bower has the magical color of a peacock's neck;

In all the circles love is being written.