Two poems from “The Husband” The Love Project, A Marriage Made in Poetry
(Red Hen Press, 2014)
Deep English
When loving and relaxed, we babble
in a tongue spoken nowhere and never
by anything human, the deep English
of the bone, the sounds our blood
makes when we’re pressed together,
when we’re in each other, a sensible
nonsensical improvisation, our own
unintelligible undercover love song…
Pictures of You
“The thing is to paint as if no other
painter ever existed.”---Cezanne
1.
You break no Kodaks, so camera
friendly, the lens loves you.
Painting is another story…you are
variegated, light and dark browns
tinged with ochres, reds, oranges, siennas,
umbers, maroons and salmons, all blended,
everything but green and blue! What you wear
changes your skin tone, and where you sit
and how you hold yourself, look up, down,
sideways and your expression, sad, meditative,
thoughtful, worried, calm, delighted,
and is it sunny or shady or rainy, and
what’s the atmosphere, the barometric pressure,
humidity…the very air and light change you,
my brown/black, Indian red, multi-colored,
multi-brained, multi-sensed multiple, my
million women in one, my elusive, changeable,
unpindownable, ever unpredictable, highly
unpaintable you.
2.
No one ever saw an apple before
or that mountain
and I never saw you, try now
to see you as if no one
has ever seen you, see you new,
from every possible angle and
nuance, real and surreal, flat,
round and cubed, collaged and
montaged, in shadow and light, color
or black and white, etched, sketched
and painted, in delicate pencil,
charcoal and pastels, or hard, linear,
contoured, barely seen or superreal,
totally, to all your levels, with all
the depths, complexity, truth and care
you have always deserved…
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