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Artistic Murals By Tamara Gerkin Presents: The Late Dr. Vince Deabler, Poetry My Friend the Vampire Author & Poet extraordinaire...
Imagine a raisin
placed in your hand,
a gift for you.
You stare at the image,
seeing its barrenness,
and yet,
the clefts and ridges
draw you in.
Moonlike, it reflects
the light.
Iridescent!
like a peacock feather,
sparkling.
You feel its weight
touch it with a finger.
It resists your touch
a rainbow of fissures.
It fondles your lips,
odors redolent of wine
and earth.
Sends you to valleys,
then, gently, back.
Tasting, gently at first
the tongue exploring
then a dental teasing,
gently, softly.
Biting, flavors
overwhelming
then, gently, back
to its image.
c 2005, Deabler, V.T.
" CONVERSATION WITH AN ARTIST "
From infancy, pencil in hand. Scribbling, drawing trying to make sense.
Drawing Mommies, Daddies, trees. gaining nourishment, growing.
No sense to it, just a striving.
Yet, for some it never leaves. Developing lives friends, lovers compulsions obsessions...... cannot deny the depression within.
The need to become, to be heroic, can only be fed by creativity.
The artist in oneself that barren place, undefended. bursts, demands, implores.
Our meager tools are honed; we slash through reality, trying to understand what lies beyond.
It must be wondrous to be God blessed. A true artist, who, for just that moment has triumphed! Yet wanders on.
V
C 2005 Deabler, V.T.
" AWAKENING "
Light streams, a second, restful.
The engine starts, thoughts, incessant.
Her face, smiling, radiant.
Death appears, with will, repelled.
Computer on, messages, alerts.
None from her, death appears.
As loneliness, invades, saddens.
Poetry, art, salvation, solace.
V
C 2005 Deabler, V.T.
" AT THE BEACH " The sand is cooling, sun has bid Adieu. Like voyeurs we lie on our blanket, watching the night sky dressing in diamond raiment.
The moon is quarter full; winds have opened the curtain of clouds.
Ah! The throne of Nut! Egyptian Goddess who swallows the Sun-God Ra each dusk, to give birth to Him at eve's end.
I feel your breath on my neck, warming, caressing. I open your eyes with a kiss, traveling past the stars into your soul, marveling at the wonder it arouses.
V
C 2005 Deabler, V.T.
AUTUMN
Each morn a minute later, the sun arises over the river.
Each dawn a degree south, on its journey to the Equator.
Canada geese arrive following the sun; disciplined V`s collapse and rest.
Bees and wasps flitting lazily, the sun signaling the end of struggle.
Leaves depart, depending on the kindness of strangers, for their blaze of glory.
Autumn, inexorable, cloaks its arrival in glorious colors, soon to be blanched by winters snow.
V C 2005 Deabler, V.T.
A P O E M
Ever see at second glance, something so perfect it spins you back to happiness?
In Vermont, the loons are quieting, stars impatiently await the darkness of their stage.
Transported, I feel your breath warming me.
V C 2005 Deabler, V.T
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