Incense simmering,

Sensual smoke surrounds us,

Silence circling.

 

Eric Green

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A shoreline –

Weathered and  worn.

Remnant memories –

Some rounded smooth,

Softened by time,

Others tattered and thrown.

Ephemera –

Scattered and sown.

Imprinted lives –

Found with great care,

Riches long past,

Others misplaced and unseen.

Ebbing tides –

Marking the passage,

Bring more to survey,

Some bleached by sun and salt,

All twisted  mis-shapen,

Show well their age.

 

Eric Green

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Never a fish,

The finest of swimmers.

Ne’er a fowl,

A floater on ether.

Young, old –

Invisible, colorful –

Formless, whole –

Light,

Dark,

Moon,

And stars.

A gilded nymph rises,

from beneath the sea.

Beautiful, distant, bare.

A fair-haired splash of color,

from the azure blue.

Fragile, delicate, rare.

A flash of electric yellow,

Even your reflection shows.

Splash of sunshine on indigo.

 

Dancers in the wings,

Bursts of graceful energy,

The ballet begins.

 

E. Green 

Growth

A few lonely pines,

Greeting an onshore breeze,

Chilling but one sole lobsterman,

Venturing out into the early morning mist,

Clothing still wet from days before,

Tossing The lone tiny dory,

Leaving the protective harbor,

Beginning the day,

Working,

Misty,

Lonely,

Chilly,

Wet,

Maine

In sun or storm

You greet me.

A blessed savior,

Or simply a glimpse of home.

What number the spirits saved?

What number the souls greeted?

Calm harbor today,

Tempest tomorrow.

The astronomer –

Following the sun’s path.

The hearth –

That makes a home inviting.

The farmer –

Tilling the soil for nourishment.

A star –

in form and brilliance.

An artist –

Turning base metal to beauty.

A poem –

A token to share with your love.

I seek a world

Cast in a different hue.

I Seek a realm

seen through optics of amber.

No garish green,

No smothering cerulean,

A calmer tone

Tan fading to brown.

I wish to see the world

With its beauty surrounding.

I wish to see the realm

With a rounding gravity.

No straightened edges,

No tyrannical borders,

A gentle curve

To match my eye.

In a broad sense, an ekphrasis is one form of art describing another. More than a mere explanation, ekphrasis is an attempt to express the way an artistic endeavor moves us or to vividly describe the drama of a work. As someone who is a far better proponent than practitioner of art, music and literature, I wish to express, in my own humble way, the joy I feel when I hear musical lines beautifully interwoven or when I see painterly dabs become a breathtaking landscape.