My favorite place to wait, a delicious cup of coffee and a rose.
Perfection.
rose
Sorry dear, I whispered
Gypsy, Gypsy Flowers, Love, roses
Hidden
Bees, Garden, Hidden, nature, roses, Thorns
Take my hand sweet wind,
moist Spring of sky.
Wipe my arms with beads, with trickles;
with ancient evaporation.
Bring me closer to my touch and
reveal what remains.
Hidden places.
Barry Comer 2010 – Illustration 2015
Fine-tuning the creation (tender balm of nights forever)
Art, beat poetry, bread, Cafe Sketches, church, color, easter, Flowers, God, hand, rosesRegime formed
and angels carved,
with weathered freeze;
lay down.
They stare from stone
unmoved, eyes glazed;
toward them.
Knowing the end,
sentimentality and
forever cries, of wilt.
The birth never shown,
mirrored and viewed;
with six handed grips.
Release your lips
and sip my kiss,
lay lambs in flowers;
tender balm of
nights forever.
