Guilt

Pig flesh guilts my heart
But it makes my belly so
Very very full.

Day 24. A disgusting photo of a huge tumor in a side of beef made me think of my mixed feelings about delicious meat.

My Gift

The dots do not connect.
The elements do not combine
Into pattern.

How many colors
Can’t I perceive?
If my eye were a magic prism,
What rainbow of invisible spectrum
Would shock my optic nerve?

What sounds
Pass serenely through my space,
Without the slightest tympanic vibration?
If my ears breathed in every noise
Just to live,
What quavering wavelengths
Would shake beneath my skin?

Maybe my gift is
That I should never know.


Day 23? I was thinking about how music must sound to a musical genius? How does art look to a grand artist? My magic prism line is borrowed from "The Necromancer" by RUSH.

These Pages

Monhegan's Schoolteacher, 2004 by Jamie Wyeth 

These pages are kind,
Without the soft warm elastic of flesh,
But they are forgiving.
These pages are radiant,
Without the heat of a soul piercing through pupils,
But they are entrancing.
These pages arouse,
Without the panting of lungs and the grope of desire,
But they are here for me to touch.
These pages will never leave.

Day 22. Inspired by Mag 165. My mind was going in a couple of different directions here.