Artwalk POETRY and ART

Blue Cool

go blow so blue
a flame through the frame
light torn from crystal concentrate
mined of a mind in gloom
a low glow gathered
under the barked warp
grow life flowing only
out upward

each thread veins
separate through a dark unseen
unheard screams below the surfaces
old stone and substance hard
too dark that gloom bursts
lightfull in the formless and
all filaments flare to shape
starred crown blazing

cobalt the glaze blown all high
reach down blue roots
search the cool