Quick Bright Things

 

quick bright things
traverse thought
from outside in
to inside out

revealing implication
like apples ready … dropped
and gravity implied

they slip receptive
to our mind from
this is that to …
perhaps  … that is this

like rainbow shades
from sunshine rain
that prismed thought
so then was found … eventually
a frequency in starlight

yes, we think quick bright
from outside in and inside out
now … then … this … that

life is a quick bright thing
think this world
to the next

 

Bonnie Marshall

Artwork: Anonymous
“Flammarion” 1888

Time in the Full of Empty

 

these are times for vases
I’ll leave vacant
and not cut the roses lilies daffodils
blooming in my garden

 I’ll feed house crickets to the song finch
for this is its molting season
it will sing again … or die
like the crickets
time

once a dove flew against my window
to drop hurt … still breathing
I caged and healed it
watched it orient and fly
watched it taloned by a diving hawk
time

oh,  now is time in the full of empty
when smiles are merely stretch-ed lips
and fog trails from my fingertips
and I wear his slippers

 I shall sit upon my lawn
close to the roses lilies daffodils
and breath the fragrance
of invisible of presence

 

 

Bonnie Marshall

Artwork by Qi Baishi

Magnetic Resonance

 

I am
centered on a level slide
and inserted into whiteness
of magnetic resonance

as around me
coolant pulses …  mimics idling
waiting simmer of a train

now breathe gently … do not move

then a ratchet thump and clank
similar to those in London
loud inside a towered clock

there are minutes into hour
of submission to the battery
charting somewhere imperfection

for I am far from Fibonacci
far from the golden sequence
in a prime da Vinci print

you may move now

and
I am ejected slowly
near proximity to far

enervated into softness
from brash hurley burley
and harsh noises in the air

 

Bonnie Marshall

Art by Greg Dunn
“Cortical Sunburst II”

A Decree for the Rain

 

Westminster Quarters chime
partitions in the air
and orient for place
a pacing in the hours

and sleepy cockcrows wake
to first ordain the dawn
with much the surety
of rows of daffodils
unclenching in the sun

it is a gentle doing

it is not blast ordained
like thunder lightning storm
from heavy-lidded clouds
decreeing lines for rain

then let us sing … my love
impromptu melodies
to delegate our days
in measured harmony

Bonnie Marshall

Art by Vincent van Gogh
“Wheat Fields in Rain” 1889

All Manner of Things

 

as needful to our being,
we partake of the essential
nourishment of air and water
and swallowing of bread and milk
and savoring of salt

we endure the sufferance
of idle conversation dispersed to nothing
(god, keep me from the spider’s web)
and abide time’s slide to otherness

so that if and when our worlds disperse
in gravity of a quasar blasting passion
and firm new courses in existence
frighten us with strangeness

then we shall hold to knowing
that breath means life
and water is abundant absolution
and bread and milk are nurturing
and salt … is preserving certainty
of  friendship … wisdom … love

Bonnie Marshall

Art by Pieter Claesz, 1644