Selections From
WITH COLORS
May 1980 to December 1981
LIFE ON EARTH
Life on Earth:
spoons, hammer and laundry soap,
cars, cars and driving.
But in through the door:
Flavors from the Father's Heart
warm-beam goodness, and
a living start.
Life on Earth:
man's world of grey machines...
But on the inside:
Clear Waters Kingdom
and
laughter.
Laughter
with
colors.
years
a brightness, a darkness
a turning of spheres,
stars watch in silence
the passing of years.
A grid game (combine words in all directions)
TO: WHEELER
Two-wheeler
on which I,
once again, would
chart the long streets of evening,
drifting under moon shadows
to empty intersections where
my thoughts could
mingle with God.
I sat high atop
the world
with spinning wheels underneath
the just-a-little-bit-too-uncomfortable
bike seat--
my perch, where I held the handle-bars and
fingered the levers, clicking between
ratchety gears,
while my imagination raced ahead.
To: Wheeler
From: Rider
I miss you.
To: M & B
I love you.
(My brother Mark and his wife Bonnie gave me my first bicycle, a ten-speed, when I was around 14 years old.)
Sheep Frolic: a psalm
Sheep frolic in
pastures of plenty,
when the shepherd is near
when the shepherd is
here.
They know his voice
and learn to love
his flute's simple music.
They dwell in safety
he is gentle and sure
his love their fortress
his guidance secure.
Sheep frolic
in pastures of plenty
when the shepherd is here
when the shepherd is near.
LOOK!
The shepherd is coming
over the hill...
THE REPTILE SINGS
The Reptile sings.
Despite all fumigations.
He brings out,
from his unholy trunk,
leather songs and
acid tunes.
The Audience cringes, shrinks, wrinkles,
covers its face.
The Reptile sings, louder now, shrillery,
bloodrock, thistle-thorn.
Something like glue.
Something like flies,
The Audience
sits, entranced,
eyes dried, throat open
awaiting that
final, dreaded, reptile
shriek.
The Arts Are Easy Friends
The Arts are easy friends.
Noiseless neighbors
Harmless enemies
Only taking time upon request.
When not being played,
all instruments rest.
Paintings are silent,
speaking only when given
your gift of attention.
and Puppets, we know,
breathe only when you do, and
care not to possess,
but only to please,
sleeping until the trunk is opened.
Yes, easy friends, all of these, except that
Arts will never turn and smile
and speak because you're there.
Arts will never thank you,
Arts will never care.
Song The Earth
Come song the Earth
with me. And
take back the grave, for
a symphony of
milk-bottle mornings.
The Savior is young
and strummed with
voice of bird and bee.
Come and song the Earth
with me!
Pictures From A
SHOESTRING PORTFOLIO
1981
Selections from drawing & design classes at Mountain View College in Dallas.
Pencil on paper
Pencil on paper
Pencil on paper
Dominant warm colors with black and white accents
Mixed media on mat board
Dominant cool colors with warm accents
Acrylic on mat board
Contrasting colors with black line
Acrylic on mat board
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