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Diana Alvizuris
Savanna Reid
Among The Many Who Have
     Always Lived Here
   Inspired by Christina Wyatt’s “Sea of Jewels”


  “the sea is not a question of power”
    Adrienne Rich, “Diving Into The Wreck”  

This is the deep down place,
the place of muffled sound
and strange light, of unexpected 
beauty, spiny shells, abalone,
pearls, of stillness beyond
the reach of storms, where tides
create a soft, undulating current
nothing more, where grasses
sway on the sea bottom and tiny
creatures dart among the reefs.
The weight of the entire ocean
bears down, yet starfish and mollusk
float gracefully in the thick water,
weightless, like the sea maiden,
hair flowing down her back, 
human but of the sea. The mermaid, 
symbol and invitation. She tells us
this is our first home, we are born
from the sea, it is our destiny
to return, to find solace
in her soundless depths.

There always is such a place,
a place known to those who dare
live beneath the surface, 
who are willing to explore the quiet, 
those who understand
you breathe differently down here.


  - Dorothy Howe Brooks

Sea of Jewels   by Christina Wyatt   ArtPoems 2015
Caged
   Inspiration for Paula Eckerty's "Broken Windows"


I remember Sonny, Brother and Jay

and the way they used to be

boys running wild

laughter streaming

in the wind behind them.

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Over time

their eyes grew hard

unflinching stones

like the ones they tossed

into Lake Michigan.


The streets stripped

feelings from them

shaped remorseless pitiless men

then penned them in this place

of crumbling iron

behind barbed wire fences.


I remember Sonny, Brother and Jay

and the way they used to be.


  - Pat Washington

Broken Window   by Paula Eckerty   ArtPoems 2015
Proceed With Care 
  Inspired by Roy E.Rodriguez’s “Running Before the Storm”


Proceed with care
between ladders of light 
and clouds of cumulonimbus.

Climb steps two by two
and toss away forever
the high heels of others' approval.

If you choose the luxury and caress
of bare feet in diamond sand,
remember they may have the tendency
to blister on warm days.

Look for black holes and blow holes
between the moon and Jupiter,
and guard against holes in your heart
and in your confidence.

Rise to singing of constellations 
and the solemn flame of fireflies.
Watch for a ballet of jellyfish,
hunt for seaglass after a storm,
listen for the message in a bottle.

If Huracan speaks
put one finger to your lips.
Fashion a walking stick
from a piece of driftwood,

and memorize all the names of Wind. 


     - Carol Drummond
Running Before the Storm   by Roy Rodriguez   ArtPoems 2015
Petit Dejeuner
      Inspiration for Berry van Boekel's "Petit Dejeuner"

golden peach halves

glow like yellow half-moons

through the glass jars

waiting, succulent, as if we didn’t know 

scalding and peeling 

sealing the plump, juicy fruit

would save summer light

to temper some December night


     - Gary McLouth

Petit Dejeuner   by Berry van Boekel   ArtPoems 2015
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Rust Be My Destiny
    Inspired by Jonas Stirner’s “Ardor”


Rust was my destiny ---

Rescued from the Foundry of Found

I have been reassembled and resurrected

Into new form and future ---


I pogo in place on my mortal coil, 

My rebar rod and staff comfort me

As I scrape among the scraps 

For slags of leftover truth ---


Blind cursed prophet that I am

I can only predict futures

Fated to come true but never believed ---


Rust be my destiny ---

No resurrections left 

In that final junkyard

Where only forever lasts forever …


    - Joe Pacheco
Ardor   by Jonas Stirner   ArtPoems 2015
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