Saturday, March 23, 2019

brushes on canvas; (a work is done) (poem)






brushes on canvas; (a work is done)
by Tim Kavi

canvas on fire
with rainbows
of fantastic colors

lending a dark surprise
to misbegotten eyes
across fractured time
hypnotized

as lasting songs
fed by passion's grind
cathartic desires unfurled

as dueling arrangements
juxtaposed in symbolic 
fires of mind
intertwined and hurled

tossed and thrown
gobs of paint
by artists sublime

in heartbroken rages
of mystical verses
spoken at altars
where eagles climb

as universal cosmology
points to infinite points
across starried skies

where mountains flowed
down to the seas
where purple waves
drowned in ecstatic cries.

Monday, March 4, 2019

no fast exit (poem)


no fast exit (poem)
by Tim Kavi

hey you
not so fast 
where are you going?

I have swallowed
a globe as truth
flattened earth

has left me wanting
wondering
and now, wandering

where is the man
I once was?
the international

has consumed
all that he was
writing lines

in the sand
but it's not dismal
the voice

returns like a wave
breaking across the shore
where he still exists.