Technical difficulties and creative exhaustion led to the untimely demise of Haiku Sunday this week. To celebrate the 33 views of my blog that day (the lowest total since January) I am offering a glimpse into my last week. Haiku Tuesday is about my still life in Denver while enjoying the genius artworks of Clyfford Still, perhaps the most important Abstract Expressionist painter. Mr Still's work along with Jackson Pollock and my favorite modern painter Mark Rothko changed the way we look at art today and possibly even our views of the world.

I cried on and off throughout my day in the Clyfford Still Museum  on Sunday because the paintings reminded me why I am out here trying to create which to me is just the way I want to live and so frequently do not.

Texture is not false

it is what keeps us reaching

again for the touch

walking hallways are

so much longer than I had

known or hoped I find

I saw his face in

the vague distance between art

and the idea

viewed in their true light

images from our past are

not always honest

she alone may know

my enveloping angst

with photography

awkward glances at

myself reflecting the change

I know must happen

seeing a street as

something of an appendage

to access my heart

I push the glass up

and know for a few moments

I know it all