We are so pleased that you are here!
Ta Dah....POET PAINTINGS
Secret Ingredient
Every time with You
Relationship Magic
The ritual is a provocation; an endurance; an unfairness that is necessary. It is only with the remembrance of time that we achieve any value. Deliberately spending these moments like a supplicant, we can begin our day.
©2023 Michael Terra
Relationship Magic
Every time with You
Relationship Magic
It wasn't as if they'd not had this conversation before... "You must love me but you must read my mind and know exactly how I require your love."
©2023 Michael Terra
Every time with You
Every time with You
Every time with You
This morning the birds were deafening. I was suddenly at the beach and in a forest and in a field of ripening grain- all of the places the birds and I have been together before. Time has no clock today and I can remember all of "us" at once.
©2023 Michael Terra
All of the Almost
All of the Almost
Every time with You
An unturned page demanded her attention... The crying stopped before he opened the door...
The lingering smell of baking in the clean and empty kitchen...
The dog waiting patiently for her unconsummated return...
A special kind of quiet in the long shadows of late afternoon...
©2023 Michael Terra
The Long Game
All of the Almost
in the Present
Come to the ocean and wait with me. That horizon, so sturdy and defined, will, with patience, melt away. There is that moment; that time; when surface and light conspire to to erase our understanding of the world and we notice, again, there are no edges between us.
©2023 Michael Terra
in the Present
All of the Almost
in the Present
Speaking with her was like standing at the river's edge. The only things that mattered were right in front of you, now, and you never knew what might be coming next or how quickly the last, most important thing, would float out of sight and out of mind.
©2023 Michael Terra
Finally Home
The oldest of friends
The oldest of friends
I am back here with you now and there is nothing in the universe that can change that and the power of our love will move the clouds and the stars and shape the minds of poets for the foreseeable future.
©2023 Michael Terra
The oldest of friends
The oldest of friends
The oldest of friends
It was a boat in name only moored to a pier from a different age. Together they have watched tides rise- almost reaching them- and tides fall- creating a distant shoreline in full sun.
They had this life together and it seems enough.
©2023 Michael Terra
We can let That go
The oldest of friends
We can let That go
Each year adds a layer to the pile.
Some things I give away so easily that there is no trace of hollowness as they disappear- other things are not held tight so much as buried- findable only through the kismet of an inevitable catastrophe.
Sometimes we let go and things float away, other times we let go and they sink.
Apparently there are no real secrets just lost parts left in the darkness at the back of the stage.
©2023 Michael Terra
The Law of Motion
The honor of sadness
The honor of sadness
"We are not lost if we are on the path", she murmured...
The destination is clearly not a place, but a way to a place that does not, actually, require that we arrive.
©2023 Michael Terra
The honor of sadness
The honor of sadness
The honor of sadness
She always kept candles at the ready- there must be a thousand of them sitting patiently on shelves.
They were appropriate for every occasion: candles for births, candles for celebration, candles for days of exhaustion and days of boundless enthusiasm.
One day, after the rest the house had fallen silent, she told me the brightest candles were the ones ignited by grief.
©2023 Michael Terra
Heart wide open
The honor of sadness
Heart wide open
Tell me a story tonight (a gift from your heart) about the miracles that you see every day. Tell me about the conspiracy that has brought us together in this place and time, to be whole and made honest in our gratitudes.
©2023 Michael Terra
What is yours
Perfect Integrity
Heart wide open
"The sky does not belong to you", the birds seem intent on telling me. The willingness to possess is such a desperation, a hollowness that cannot be filled from without. Better to let go, learn to fly, and join the birds.
©2023 Michael Terra
Durable Memory
Perfect Integrity
Perfect Integrity
We picked the fruit together, in the late afternoon, when the sun had warmed everything to the temperature of gentle lips. There is so much perfection in autumn days and in the threat of winter...
©2023 Michael Terra
Perfect Integrity
Perfect Integrity
Perfect Integrity
Her contentment was her's and her's alone. I felt guilty accidentally witnessing that smile- uncrafted for any deliberate purpose. It was not the smile to diffuse a situation. It was not the smile of encouragement or even of resignation to events requiring a woman's endurance. It was a private thing of quiet internal completion, as perfect and silent as an egg.
©2023 Michael Terra
unconditional
unconditional
unconditional
How can you complain about the barking dogs?
They are our singers of joy, our heralds of visitors and uncertainty, and, the ones who notice the bird and the cat and the blowing leaf with all the appropriate enthusiasm. Their words are not our words but their love is for us.
©2023 Michael Terra