ART by Michelle Baker

 Encaustic

Acyrlic 

 

Poetry Used in Displayed Art Pieces 

Amidst Beauty

In the midst of beauty.

Death and sorrow linger.

Hiding eerily among the beauty.

That engulfs and protects.

The secrets that lie buried.

Deep in the silent earth.

-MB

 

And Everywhere.

The sky is the same.

Anywhere in the world.

When I feel the world.

Closing in.

The unease.

The unfamiliar surroundings.

Filling the empty spaces.

Of my being.

I look up at the sky.

Blown away by its immense.

Universal beauty.

For a moment.

I am unsure of where I am.

I could be nowhere.

And everywhere.

-MB

 

Nostalgia

I wish I had a mango tree. In my backyard. You sitting next to me.

-Song lyric, Angus and Julia Stone, "Mango Tree"

 

Self-Portrait, There is a Scare on my Knee

Excerpts:

 

I need stillness in the constant chaos. -MB

 

There is a scar on my knee,

That reminds me,

That I once thought anything was possible.

-MB

 

My roots are grabbing hold of the wet,

Rain-soaked earth buried between,

Nature and Industry,

Soil and Cement,

My pedals drift and float,

Explore and Experience,

But I am here, here is home.

My feet stand strong, sinking into the sand of the sound.

-MB

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Every Day You Play

Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands.

You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
The rain takes off her clothes.

The birds go by, fleeing.
The wind. The wind.
I can contend only against the power of men.
The storm whirls dark leaves
and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky

You are here. Oh, you do not run away.
You will answer me to the last cry.
Cling to me as though you were frightened.
Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eye

Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your breasts smell of it.
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.

My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.

I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

-Pablo Neruda

 

Together With Ease

Laying with you, I feel your breath

In rhythm with mine, softly on my back

The warmth of your skin melts into mine

I fit into your bends and nooks, together with ease

Melting into one another

Two bodies, entwined into one

Beautiful simplicity

-MB

 

Even After All This Time

Even after all this time 

The sun never says to the Earth,

“You owe me."

Look what happens,

With a love like that,

It lights the whole sky.

-Hafiz

 

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