into an urban vermeer’s light

into an urban vermeer’s light

noise, stillness, solitude, silence

present condition

sitting cross-legged on carpet

 

jaywalking wind

pushing free press onto

abrasive scouring pads

sending it all to kitchen

 

sleep night

night bright

resting with one eye shut

one ear open

she waits

 

it was an artful pint, was it?

and you heard what?

poe’s raven?

poe’s raven ranting

perched on circular straw?

 

hands

held tight

much delight

 

evening walk

coffee-molasses in

late night carafe

in 24/7 diner

stars dancing embedded in clouds

 

back home

ripe poems

rampant,

fruitful

thin-skinned

verses continuing on in the kitchen

 

where they eat brain foods

fish, walnuts, blueberries

comfort foods warming on burner

 

like invading a frozen

time capsule

 

that was a simile

not a smile

he’d say to her

and then laugh

 

by mary ann blinkhorn

bohemian moon still shining

artist sketches

a plentiful street

walks down red and

smoky gray sidewalk

bohemian moon shining

 

many signatures passing by

lacking words

their stories undone

palettes bright

their tired frames searching

for comfortable chairs on patios

but there are none

not tonight

 

artist goes home

bandages window

where view hurts the most

bohemian moon still shining

 

by mary ann blinkhorn