NEW POEMS

PIGMENTS

Renaissance sky
of grey,
pale blue and yellow—
scattered clouds
of fair delight
and sun shyly
warms up the day.

Reminiscing eras
only witnessed
through recorded art—
a painter looked up
and saw
what I present see—
a stroke of paint,
pigments pale
that cover
time and space.


Claudia Lowery
December 14, 2008






TWO OBSERVING

Soars the bird
above a gray walk
and cold earth—
bound not and free
it looks down
at me—
a fixed object
of question and wonder
as I look up
and ponder
how rising upward feels.


Claudia Lowery
December 16, 2008