Poetry #320

THE UNSEEN HAND

The day
Easier than the month
The page immediately sure,
Looked at paintings,
The fan, windows, objects,
Reflection movements
Light on Light,
Illusioned forms -
Through fan's moving blades,
Patterns and light giving images
Realities holograms.
Through the window,
Trees altered color light,
Though mini suns on the needles
Golden glow emitting from the branch.
Touch crown,
Computer now,
Free angles
Edits
Make a version
That a story tells,
With processed time behind
The lives' lived.
Each perspective a canvas
Coming to life and from life,
Always more unseen than seen,
Felt beyond the narrowed
Range anchored,
Carrying all content,
The vehicles looking through the window
Emerges
Collage images
Sight and sound and other senses
Tuned through the unknown
That hints fleeting thought.....
A break with the imaginations
Projected day to dream arts,
Forms stretching yoga,
Music ripples through the spine,
As eyes see more,
In focus upon the page,
Than the page or the hands that write.
An observer watches somewhere
Within who dreams the thoughts
That come and moves upon the page.
Dream arts,
Canvas played
Animated unspoken words
Extend in images
Torn from the moment unknown memory.
Rejected inner dialog brings possibility,
And focus upon the page what it is
In the moment released.
Having reality trapped in silence,
It is in silence freed,
That's a mystery.
It knows it is and why not
The unseen hand moves
The mover of the hand seen
That moves the unseen hand
That creates it.


Poetry #321

THOUGHTS DIVERSIONS

Tossed, turned,
Thinking it was morning.
Remembering,
Saying
Cyberspace was different
Than speaking to someone with words,
Sounds....
Gaps continue to weave out
Direct line sequence,
The connection brings another inner space
That communicate
Imagined or rather
Non-spoken exchange,
Dialogs within writing, painting.
Usable nonlinear awareness!
The creative life in relationship
To external forms,
Direction, events, blocks material available.
Tapped,
Become played within,
Doing one's work,
Making choice,
It happens.
Events unfold in support,
The focus being in action
Sometimes feel penned up,
Like an animal...
Really!

Finished early and laugh...
Goodnight walks,
The hour cut off
Not disturb and leaves
Cricket sounds thru window.
Moons past,
Uranus and
Neptune lights,
To less bright.
Next?
What books here
To look and read,
A month,
Not accustomed
To the 'silence' of night in country.
So accustomed to late night
Household active,
Perhaps more busy,
The city vibes around.
Here the quiet save
Distant traffic bells
Stream the eddies,
The repeats,
Progression's constant
Re-discoveries
What already know, yet...
Recorded information rapidly
Exchange electromagnetic
Person conversation related 'levels'
Connections - in exchanges format
That is - what larger concepts,
In ranges,
In communications,
Track reality reasons and details
Support decisions
Nere made surrounding
Distractions seem,
Not unlike thoughts diversions
To some course unknown?
The joy and fun,
Especially when serious
Within the 'reality' physicalized,
Choices at madness edge,
Alive beyond mediocrity....
Out spoke,
People come,
Purchase works....
Outlets
Paint!
And the page keeps a flow
Being an animal caged.
Thus,
Art is
Do!

©2002 - JV Harvey