POETRY RESPONDS TO ART - A PAIRED COLLABORATION
TRANSPARENT SPEAKERS
I prefer the dark night, the frigid cold air. I feel apparitions more so than ever, when certain people slowly walk by. Chills go through as if entering my body and I simply switch off lights in the mind, waiting for the constant invisible hand touching my back or overwhelming scents of honey, roses, butterscotch, Shalimar, a nicely grilled steak, oh yes, even his beer, and that gelid, ice-cold draft hits me where it counts.
I guessed as much, they're here, whispering nothings in my ear, buzzing sounds to let me know shadows are around emanating from meddling, unresolved issues of pasts gone by or sending messages channeled from dead to living entities
and that biting flurry of hoopla horrors isn't so bad as most may think.
I welcome the brumal of nippy
goosebumps running up and down
my spine waiting for harbingers of
solitary moments relying on eager visits
from transparent speakers wanting to
convey penetrating vagueness of time,
in the silhouetted night,
in the bitter algid air.
Aurora Soleil (Originally written by the inspired paintography above, of Carl Scharwath.)
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