Reaching Back- Art Poem

Lame to say simply
"I love Art."
It's greater:
it's how I think, see, communicate
It runs through me,
sits in the corners of my bones
I date it
and hate it
I eat it
birth it
But while it is so naturally
all forms of my life
I get anxious
angry
when it has a mind of its own

When it leaves me, blocked
and wishing it never took hold of me
at all
in the first place

But then I remember how it feels to chew it
tongue it
squish it between my toes
and fall, deaf, into its harmonies
to surrender my body's muscles
to its twitches and contractions
and pulses- my pulse
Until I lay, exhausted,
stronger,
ready to see what muscle memory can show me
about myself
on a brand new canvas

Reaching back- Refocusing Poem

Out of the corner of your eye
a mouse on the neighbor's roof
A crow in the sky
Refocusing
to find
A fly on your windowsill
(instead)

Reaching Back- Senses Poem

Hot, whole: food
more food
and more

Perfume:
bursting, fresh
bursting, flowery
bursting, warm

Wide open skies
over clifftops; looking down
Rolling in green, dew, grass

Cinnamon smells:
heat, red, family,
holidays, laughter

Drinking in sunshine
honey gold light
warm wash over skin
tingles

Reaching Back- Fall Poem

(This poem and the next few "Reaching Back" are some of my favorite poems in progress - still very unrefined - that I found while flipping through a writing book I haven't looked at in awhile...)



Fall leaves are
full
with yellow light
overlapping
moth's wings
Deeper color between
two brilliant crescent moons
Angled bright banana hue
Looking up
the canopy is a cloth:
tangled, scaly parasol
giving light,
bright
breezy
shade
to readers curled up
among the clover