Tumbleweed Contessa’s poem: A Trembling Balance

I am in love with paint and text, beginning each painting with my favorite current color and each poem with my favorite current word, enjoying the freedom in the art of both. Neither is an autobiography but both carry a part of my soul.

Burdick Archway verse 12by12

© A Trembling Balance
Mimi Wolske
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Embryonic thoughts,
fragmented,
raw, and
provocative,
splatter the page.

Changing moods,
like tidal waves
feuding between
want and need,
demand compensatory words.

Tumbleweeds cleave to
the desert. Lo! They rush
ahead of the wind
and awkwardly
roll toward freedom.

Love is yellow and
the deepest blue,
pied with
the morning
and with the night.

My love is a trembling balance.