POETRY RESPONDS TO ART - A PAIRED COLLABORATION TRANSPARENT SPEAKERS I prefer the dark night, the frigid cold air.
I feel apparitions more so than ever,
when certain people slowly walk by.
Chills go through as if entering my body
and I simply switch off lights
in the mind, waiting for the constant
invisible hand touching my back or
overwhelming scents of honey, roses,
butterscotch, Shalimar,
a nicely grilled steak, oh yes,
even his beer, and that gelid, ice-cold
draft hits me where it counts. I guessed as much, they're here,
whispering nothings in my ear,
buzzing sounds to let me know
shadows are around
emanating from meddling,
unresolved issues of pasts gone by
or sending messages channeled
from dead to living entities and that biting flurry of hoopla horrors
isn't so bad as most may think. I welcome the brumal of nippy goosebumps running up and down my spine waiting for harbingers of solitary moments relying on eager visits from transparent speakers wanting to convey penetrating vagueness of time, in the silhouetted night, in the bitter algid air. Aurora Soleil
(Originally written by the inspired paintography above, of Carl Scharwath.)