POEMS WRITTEN WHILE SEEING A FEW 
PAINTINGS BY TONY MORGAN

By Andreas Weiland


                            Tony Morgan,  Untitled (?) painting, ca. 1981.
 
 

STRAWBERRIES HE SD

the strawberry / is it a face? /  it is
pink icecream color!

Luminous, it intrudes
that sense, of being 
                                    in love again!

A woman, so close
on a day in spring
                          in the garden!

Perhaps a garden restaurant?
Sky-blue!
Blue horizons
                        cut deeply 
                   into the silence 
            of the afternoon

I see you in front of me now
You are not here, something like you
is near, it's there
inside that wide surface 
                          of the canvas

from which you emanate  
     a difference  
        the work of painting:
   strokes, the history 
                            of your skin  
          trembling bliss
             of a hand, of its movements
     which, for ever,
  are taking in these moments
  silent quakes
  A bird skips
  You are a
  prism
  for this
  present moment 
 
 

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