Georgia O'Keefe writes that the cattle
ambling down the canyons were
like black lace in the mountains
in the next room are the bones
of petals and the flowers of skulls
each morphing into the other
you walk through the ribs of mountains
fly through solid doors of adobe houses
feel like leaning up against cushion rocks
she makes you see the world differently
hear the colours inhabit the abstractions
until at last you fly through cotton wool clouds
Oh! I love it!
ReplyDeletethe 'bones / of petals and the flowers of skulls' sums up the experience beautifully
ReplyDeleteI feel like I'm there. Beautiful poem.
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