Damascus

12 June 2009

Inspired by The Weekend Wordsmith.

Light comes through the slats,

sometimes subtle, sometimes

keen--then the shutters cut like Damascus

steel through butter. The light

comes regardless of pallor or intensity--

a dozen curtains couldn’t block the cumulative

kinetic energy of the sun’s arms winding through

space, bouncing off the moon and the atmosphere,

making their way to my window, melting

into a bright and beautiful pool at my feet.

The Straw Man

12 June 2009

Inspired by The Weekend Wordsmith.

I still forget sometimes

especially when the Straw Man comes,

sets flame to all the arguments

I learned to keep me sane back then.

I must remember these arguments

do not serve except to train my mind

in another vein, prepare me to receive

another Truth, higher than any

proposition he could offer

that would have had me running ‘round

in circular arguments I couldn’t win,

even to save myself from the flames.

Sketching

Fiddling around with colored pencils. Not my best work, but I'm really stuck on the image.