Caroline Tavelli-Abar
Created for the show by the same title
"Hearts Aflame"
2012
Rose Street Gallery
Burlington VT
Monday, March 5, 2012
Friday, November 25, 2011
What is ma ...
to me ...
Ma is as ephemeral as no words
to him ...
Ma is "the space between notes"
to her ...
Ma is like the rising sun
Ma might be
time
between moon &
rest
the empty space
the very instant
before
when the light
breaks
free
every - . - thing between things
Ma might feel like
the subtle shifts as one
stops waiting
and senses
Dawn
the white of the page
broken
as the jet black
ink
pulls thru.
Without ma fullness
cannot be
for it is
the heart
of any
poetrie
essence of question
elusive feeling from
fare away Japan
HOPE
Ma
cold
frozen
warmth
glistening snow
Ma is as ephemeral as no words
to him ...
Ma is "the space between notes"
to her ...
Ma is like the rising sun
Ma might be
time
between moon &
rest
the empty space
the very instant
before
when the light
breaks
free
every - . - thing between things
Ma might feel like
the subtle shifts as one
stops waiting
and senses
Dawn
the white of the page
broken
as the jet black
ink
pulls thru.
Without ma fullness
cannot be
for it is
the heart
of any
poetrie
essence of question
elusive feeling from
fare away Japan
HOPE
Ma
cold
frozen
warmth
glistening snow
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Ascent
Snow has a scent
as soothing and electrical as
lightening or rain
the Big Bang has a sound
a kin
to our very first heartbeat
from smallest to largest
from birth to death
like the "pop" of the Amaryllis bud when it opens
life has a force, an energy,
a quickening,
one cannot help but feel
a sense of awe
overwhelming joy
frozen sorrow
in the empty space left
by death
from one end of the spectrum
to the Other
the very quality
of sound and "ma"
moves still.
as soothing and electrical as
lightening or rain
the Big Bang has a sound
a kin
to our very first heartbeat
from smallest to largest
from birth to death
like the "pop" of the Amaryllis bud when it opens
life has a force, an energy,
a quickening,
one cannot help but feel
a sense of awe
overwhelming joy
frozen sorrow
in the empty space left
by death
from one end of the spectrum
to the Other
the very quality
of sound and "ma"
moves still.
Middle of the Nigh
Middle of the night
November 23rd. 2011
"the first snow fall is so nice"
She will see it with me
thru the solid block
of double paned-glass
She will soon
walk out after
the nigh.
And in the
changing shift
she will know
it's cold softness
and I
from the window watch
time slowly slipping by
I will see
in street light shades
the first
winter snow.
November 23rd. 2011
"the first snow fall is so nice"
She will see it with me
thru the solid block
of double paned-glass
She will soon
walk out after
the nigh.
And in the
changing shift
she will know
it's cold softness
and I
from the window watch
time slowly slipping by
I will see
in street light shades
the first
winter snow.
The window pain
The window pain
twice the thickness of glass
Like a shield
even it can't keep me
from the weather
and the pane.
twice the thickness of glass
Like a shield
even it can't keep me
from the weather
and the pane.
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