Poetry Thursday: Grainstacks, Monet

my hand moves
my brush flicks back and forth
like a restless horse’s tail
on a cool mosquitoed night

you are still
unmoving
humble and transcendent
earthbound
yet strangely elusive

cones of silence

Poetry Thursday: Seeing Red

Red
I’m all for religion,
I’m religious myself
A bit of prayer here,
A few thoughts about God

Time-out
Time for thought
Over-time:

God time.

So, I don’t mean to be flippant.

But damn it.
I’m red.
I’m seething
I’m fed up.

Three hours in a catholic school
(yes, in Ontario, there are Catholic schools)
And I’ve been
Yes -

Looking at
The Pope
His Holiness.
And he's looking at me, Smiling at me
With a big warm welcoming grin.

And an oversized portrait of a very Big J.C.
He’s welcoming me - with outspread hands
And I just want to run!

"Jesus. This place is crawling with religious pictures,"
I say to a friend
With a face, and a laugh.
"It’s freaking me out!" she says,
And we both turn away from the pope and from Jesus

And all the othe bits and pieces of religious iconography

But the Pope ... I swear... he’s still looking at me....

And I've long driven home

I'm miles away,

But he's still smiling and looking at me.....