Marcia Arrieta
narrate the concrete
passageway of thought
here :   atlas & gallery
the convergence of water & land
unravel the leaves
windmill of the metaphysical :
undetermined minutes
the tree grows from a poem
transparent afternoon
the moth
the paint flecks
the fence
the wilderness
“wake up” says the blackbird
the stratosphere is a maze
I look for a muse
avoid the meteor
search for water
hours
I
hours
increments
that weave
the bells
& stones
echoed
in
words
uncompromised
waves
imprint
scarcely
An iridescent chaos (Cézanne)
times
silence
II
correspondence
indeterminate
lightening
sundial
raft rain
parallel
context
luminous
the contradictions
Gaea/Apollo
terra-cotta votive lamps
mirror sequences
erasures of self-disclosure
architect the threads
The Primal Wing
               —Agnes Pelton
within blue mountains
the fringes
renegades
sewn pages
improbable
designs
collide the hypothesis
or
utopia the world
the books are in disarray
I just purchased a new desk
indivisible
running through
the years—
like definitions
what we didn’t learn
but imagine
radiant seconds
like
a collector
of stopped watches
or
a fish
with
wings
outside the inside
a canary collects snowflakes
the fragment a thread
Marcia Arrieta continues to wander between gardens & mountains & islands.
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narrate the concrete
passageway of thought
here :   atlas & gallery
the convergence of water & land
unravel the leaves
windmill of the metaphysical :
undetermined minutes
the tree grows from a poem
transparent afternoon
the moth
the paint flecks
the fence
the wilderness
“wake up” says the blackbird
the stratosphere is a maze
I look for a muse
avoid the meteor
search for water
hours
I
hours
increments
that weave
the bells
& stones
echoed
in
words
uncompromised
waves
imprint
scarcely
An iridescent chaos (Cézanne)
times
silence
II
correspondence
indeterminate
lightening
sundial
raft rain
parallel
context
luminous
the contradictions
Gaea/Apollo
terra-cotta votive lamps
mirror sequences
erasures of self-disclosure
architect the threads
The Primal Wing
               —Agnes Pelton
within blue mountains
the fringes
renegades
sewn pages
improbable
designs
collide the hypothesis
or
utopia the world
the books are in disarray
I just purchased a new desk
indivisible
running through
the years—
like definitions
what we didn’t learn
but imagine
radiant seconds
like
a collector
of stopped watches
or
a fish
with
wings
outside the inside
a canary collects snowflakes
the fragment a thread
Marcia Arrieta continues to wander between gardens & mountains & islands.