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Hearts Aflame

Caroline Tavelli-Abar

Created for the show by the same title

"Hearts Aflame"

2012

Rose Street Gallery

Burlington VT 

Twelve

12   poems

in re

Mineur.

What is ma ...

to me ...
Ma is as ephemeral as no words

to him ...
Ma is "the space between notes"

to her ...
Ma is like the rising sun

Ma might be
time
between moon &
rest
the empty space
the very instant
before
when the light
breaks
free

every - . - thing    between things

Ma might feel like
the subtle shifts as one
stops waiting
and senses
Dawn

the white of the page
broken
as the jet black
ink
pulls thru.

Without ma fullness
cannot be
for it is


the heart
of any
poetrie


essence of question
 elusive  feeling  from
    fare away Japan


          HOPE


Ma
cold
frozen
warmth
glistening snow

Ascent

Snow has a scent
as soothing and electrical as
lightening or rain

the Big Bang has a sound
a kin
to our very first heartbeat

from smallest to largest
from birth to death
like the "pop" of the Amaryllis bud when it opens
life has a force, an energy,
a quickening,
one cannot help but feel
a sense of awe

overwhelming joy
frozen sorrow
in the empty space left
by death

from one end of the spectrum
to the Other
the very quality
of sound and "ma"
moves still.

Middle of the Nigh

Middle of the night
November 23rd. 2011

"the first snow fall is so nice"

She will see it with me
thru the solid block
of double paned-glass

She will soon
walk out after
the nigh.

And in the
changing shift
she will know
it's cold softness

and I
from the window watch
time slowly slipping by
I will see
in street light shades

the first
winter snow.

The window pain

The window pain
twice the thickness of glass

Like a shield
even it can't keep me
from the weather
and the pane.