Delicate Parts of Darkness Rising

Recently my friend Robert Langdon invited me to participate in a new exhibit at his gallery called "Art & Words: An Exhibition of Art & Poetry Inspiring One Another". This new show at Emerge Gallery & Art Space is a collaboration between artists and poets. Poets picked from artworks and artists chose poems that inspired them to create new works. Robert sent me a pdf of the artworks that were available and when I saw the image of Maxine Davidowitz's monotype and mixed media artwork titled "Darkness Rising I" the first line came right to me! I still looked over the other art but I really was drawn to what seems to be these dark folds in Maxine's artwork. I kind of imagine there could be someone or something hiding in there. So I wrote my piece and called it "Delicate Parts". (see below)
Emerge Gallery & Art Space is located at 228A Main Street, Saugerties, NY (845) 247-7515. The exhibit is open until May 29, 2017.

Delicate Parts

I fold inwards

overlapping,

creasing my skin,

wrinkling the delicate parts of me.

My intentions

escape through the furrows,

and I blink...repeatedly

as the last one dissolves into the blackness.

I shrink a little more

because of the loss,

exhaling the distress of my ego.

It swirls around

then rises through the fibers,

filtering out it's former brilliance.

The miasma

turns to shame

and it rises up over me

hovering like a rain cloud,

threatening to saturate me

with my own contempt.

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Words and Pieces

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