No. 30

Her Show Tells

Her show tells us
that each rectangle shows
that there is a force
around each rectangle
that closes off random
worldy distraction
she sees it, traps it, wraps it
inside some heavenly fantasy.
The naked eye can see this.

Colors filter out the nonsense
shades destroy the pretense
no wonder the pretenders are confused
the formal elements are contained
the tonalities restrained.
Why then, should content be refused?

Who taught this passion art?
what school did educate
this artist to bifurcate
the strands
that fall beneath
that split apart
with clever rhymes
that fornicate
and celebrate
and consecrate
and consummate

who strips to create and articulate:
that which matters always minds?

Two forms together she sees
one is for the mind
the other climbs trees
one fights the greenish forces
the other rides brown horses
one gazes into blue cool streams
the other gives her white hot dreams

She digs deep
brush in hand
plain as sight
poured into white
she paints and shows
what a rectangle knows.

Piet Cross was born in the United States in 1952. He lives with his five children in Rhode Island where he plays left field for the local team. Click Here to view the Piet Cross Poetry Index.

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Piet Cross Poetry-The Breeze Vectors, "Her Show Tells" No. 30
Published: August 1, 1998 by the Cosmic Baseball Association
Copyright © 1998 by Piet Cross