Silk Screening The Day, The Blue And Green Intensities

silk screening the day

the blue and green intensities of it

I wandered on my way

and you said I departed;

this was never so.

I wept, silk screening the snows,

the icicle violets,
thinking you would know or recognize the

deeper blues and the news

that's never said, just understood.

what if I bled light?

what if everything I did right,

you read as wrong?

and I silk screened the moon
in the afternoons and looking so displaced
showing her ivoried face against the blue.

silk screening the end,

I will begin again

the rose in my heart

.

like a fan unfolds.

ah, it should be God that knows:

how to bring this to a close;

I can't.

mary angela douglas 23 april 2015;17 march 2016