...The Two Faces of Forsythia... Poetry and Art by Carole Anzolletti


The alchemist

turns over words

paints them black

and gold

and sees them drip

in certain sunlight

The sound of summer

crickets fade

into her poems

fade into leaves

gone dry and dead

appearances on

the canvas

cloaked in lines

and geometry

tears mixed

into acrylics and inks

saliva and paint

and sweat

all salted

and bitter


into the pulp

of the light

in the eyes

of the two

Faces of Forsythia

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