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- absence of light
palette of elation
simply to sharpen my awareness
of the beauty around me, i look
in order for a natural representation
of each of the colors of the rainbow
red, today, is apple (noting with joy
the golden-yellow, wiggly lines
descending from the shoulders)
orange – sunrise struggling between
purple clouds
yellow – leaves, as Alli Weiss put it,
learning ‘the sweet song of dying’
green – remarking trees in prolific hues
from chartreuse, pea green, avocado olive, khaki, bottle, sea, cedar, emerald
blues in luscious abundance from sky
to spruce needles to rare autumn
fallen lacy leaves
purple, magenta, hyacinth
and tiny, pink, shy, bell-like florets
even remembering this gorgeous pallet
of my world bring me warm peace
and hope for a happy tomorrow
The Vatican’s summer palace
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
summer palace, guest house behind
Italian brick wall – opulent, as befits
the greatest landowner and receiver
of gifts to honor deity
one elected after another and another
for centuries and still grand in power
and influence as supreme for millions
ceilings arching to sixty meters and more
painted, arched, frescoed, gilded
long corridors extended, side-roomed
elegantly lined with exquisite statues
and floored with patterned, ancient marble
mjNordgren 12/17/2022 Rome
moon and particles
no wonder we sometimes prefer our illusions
pollution can be beautiful
as when it scatters
the rising moon’s rays
enhancing illusion on illusion
that our satellite is huge, orange
and shining
work carried on and accomplished
generations of labor and love
a lifetime of careful labor
added to parents’
to make of a farm
a palette of charm and beauty
abundant for the eye and appetite
mjNordgren 10/26/2022 McMinnville
know thy place
a visit to Timberline and Trillium with loved famiy and friend
at the shore of trillium lake
with mt. hood reflected
in its majestic semi-snow of july
takes one’s breath in awe
as nature should when she
displays her beauty
or her power