Showing posts with label Hi-Q. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hi-Q. Show all posts

Saturday, April 27, 2019

green light


Now
each decision
a-way, option
verb tension-
The signs were all re(a)d.



Painting by Edward Mitchell Bannister, c. 1882 in [Public domain].

Saturday, November 25, 2017

5:59


Four minutes ago
it was  -My Time-  to shine, rise
above dark valleys



Painting by Claude Monet, 'Haystacks at Chailly at Sunrise', 1865 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Spoken word poet


Your mouth carries clues
crosswords, in pen-you project
ink-stained ideas.


Painting by Yeghishe Tadevosyan [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Friday, March 24, 2017

When (Hi-Q) Haiku


Is it Now? It is
Not anymore, just checking
It could be any time…




Painting (oil on board) by William Etty (1841) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Friday, February 3, 2017

Is this bliss?


Fleeting moment to
day to pass by happenstance
and happen to say




















Painting By Daderot (Own work) [Public domain or CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.

Monday, January 2, 2017

Firmament (Hi-Q)


Why always the sky?
Does your hair move in the wind?
Breath is not just mine.


Image credit by Brian W. Schaller (Own work), Windy Day Great Sand Dunes in Colorado (U.S.A.) [FAL], via Wikimedia Commons.

Friday, June 10, 2016

What does it take (Hi-Q)


Why remind them Why?
Perseverance requires
more than one person.















Painting by August Macke, c. 1913 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Thursday, May 26, 2016

The Legend of They (Hi-Q)


What if the story
was not about us and them
would we still listen?















Image of painting by Elizabeth Forbes [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Saturday, May 21, 2016

If then (Hi-Q)


If everything were
of atoms-would re-action
make art of fingers?




Photo By Mcwesty at en.wikipedia (Transferred from en.wikipedia by Ronhjones) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Tres (trace)

Water Today, warm raindrops glass blurs, the blurry glassy, sharp sparkles sugar. Behind Evening, it was good. Leaves all turned into shadow...