Moonlight air varie
Full moon upon Watertown
Tuesday, November 12, 2024
Heaven declares
The heavens declare the glory of God. Psalm 19:1. " As a chamber hung round about with looking-glasses represents the face upon every turn, thus all the world doth the mercy and the bounty of God; though that be visible, yet it discovers an invisible God and His invisible properties." Anthony Burgess.
After the parade
John Clare Stokes truly has a gift! What a beautiful and powerful picture!! Thank you Mr John!!!Deb Ware
Inner thing
You know it’s an inner thing
The outer darkness just doesn’t understand.
John Clare Stokes
White Springs Presbyterian
Man in the moon
Man of the moon
He was not the
Man of the hour
He was not the
Man of rhyme
He was not the
Longed for one
He was not the
Light to come
Just a man
Of the moon
Voice of freedom
"I can be miserably happy in any situation and any place and could have staid in yours in the forest if any of my friends had noticed me or come to see me-but the greatest annoyance in such places as yours are those servants styled keepers who often assumed as much authority over me as if I had been their prisoner and not liking to quarrel I put up with it till I was weary of the place altogether so I heard the voice of freedom."
Compared
Compared
john clare
No words were spared
in the tearing down
around us of the years
of line upon line
double spaced in the
school girl cursive
saved for special notes
for mothers birthdays
and the aunts far away
who yet doted upon the
cursive notes
genteel ladies they were
never would they tear
around them the words
savoring them
tucking them lovingly
between the testaments
or the psalms
reading them time and again
remembering the lines
holding them in the Kings
Word for safe keeping
compared to him
I could never measure
and it was with some
Aunt like pleasure the
cursive lines scattered to
the winds
to be swept at day's end
For safekeeping
in some far off
trash bin.
Chosen
Chosen
john clare
Quietly
In the gallery
In whispers
In corners
Beside acrylics
Gaudy
They speak of one
Of one chosen
To lead them
Lead them from
The gaudy
The primitive
Past the jury
Of peers
Who fear the
Beauty
Creeping in
Past the craft
Passing furtive
For Art
Pricing it
Excessive
Beyond the realm
Of the jaded
Tired of the
Creative angles
Of multiple perspective
Points
Taking their eyes clear off the edge to
Where who know what
Resides
By six by six squares
Whispers of one
Coming
Chosen by the jury
Who oversees the beauty.
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