Auras

illustrator: Marcin Piwowarski

 

sometimes the cello

holds the aura

moves your soul

to another plane

where it dances solo

Through a Veil, Lightly

illustration by Jeanne Poland

snow is a veil, white

on white refractions: glory

through the mist: auras

What do my Feathers Look Like?

Popsicles –
To suck;
With luck
To tuck
Under.

Arrows –
To point to
The joint;
Anoint
With oil!

Trumpets
To blast;
The past
So fast
To fly!

Pens –
To scribe
The vibe
Describe
My path!

Nuggets
of gold –
To fold
Be told
Legends!

Florescent
Evanescent
Translucent
Transcendent
Auras!

6/2012
Jeanne Poland