Georgia O’Keefe
My host of flowers leaves me
breathless as your one.
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Sometimes we need to look a bit harder to find
beauty in the heat of California drought.
Look what awaited patiently this morn.
Ah, Ms. O’Keefe,
If only I had your brush and your palette
of the blues.
“Come with me,” you would have said,
And together we would have breast stroked
Right into Paradise.
Posted in Poetry, Thoughts, Musings, Things to Share, tagged California Writers' Club Sacramento, Frances Kakugawa, Georgia O"Keefe, Poetry Month, Sacramento Poetry Center on April 16, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Your brush strokes
Alluring
Caressing
Quavering.
How many men, Georgia,
Suck into your art?
Two Calla
Lillies on Pink
Purple Petunias
Oriental Poppies
Red Canna
Blue Morning Glories
Who gave you entry
Into the pink
Of secret places?
Bravo, Georgia.