Friday, April 25, 2008

dark fire


the crimson flow
sticky and damp
hot and steaming
the oil of these monotonous machines
asleep, even as they unceasingly
fight to breathe
against
the ebbing tide i give you all "peace"
wonder wide-eyed, wander no more
join me in the earth
lit by the cold fire that feeds
my centuries

6 comments:

Unknown said...

I am looking at this piece a little differently now in light of the accompanying poetry. Intentional?

Morningstar said...

very intentional...the painting was executed as a reaction to growing emotional forces that only now found words.

Meagan said...

I love the glowing around the foreground figure. I still want you to paint my ceiling some day (when I have a ceiling worth painting).

Morningstar said...

perhaps one day i will paint your ceiling...we'll just be sure its something you want to stare at all the time.:)

Matt Neely said...

Welcome to the Blogosphere. :)

Morningstar said...

tanx mr matt.