Pictures Who Write Themselves (The A-B-C)

I promised the poetry that went with my collages...

Aversions

Feeding the Beast

Restless crowds gather feeding anger’s children

Baron tracks of desert breed striking beasts

The crowds cry for fight. The idle wait

A snake strikes.

Heroes backed into spiked cacti

Crowds heave, binding freedom

with the ropes of disappointment,

stabbing hope with rusted blades

The heroes hold. Faces skyward,

eyes closed to the frustrated masses

Treading sand, treading water 

The heroes hold

Passions & Gifts

Holding

Open hands, full harvest

Weaving blue, gold, and green

Fabric that holds space between

Death and growth

Growth and death

Only the flame of a match

Sets the sun to fire

The grapes to green

Only hands hold the circles

who scrap a shell on the stones

who rustle a cape of night wings

Lay back on the stones

Warmth at your back

The flame in your chest

Seen and almost never heard

What parallels do you see in the collages and the writing?

  

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