Art is never still, it moves, with an almost restless intensity, from one moment of inspiration to the next. It takes many forms and each form enriches the other. I am so pleased to offer you art inspired by, and art that inspires, poetry. From music, to dance, to rap, to humor, to visual art, all art forms are related, one to the other; sustaining one another, validating one another and perhaps, most importantly, inspiring one another. I am excited and truly honored to be presenting these guest artists, as they share their talents and artistic forms of expression with us.
In all the world there is only one you…Susan A. Katz
and only you
through the spirit
can show us the view.
They had not lived and yet they died…Susan A. Katz
Their dreams like
dust upon the wind
they bravely fought
and died and left
behind the broken souls
that never dried
Even deep beneath the ocean’s waves we plant the harmful seeds of slow decay…Susan A. Katz
we may if only we could stop and let our love
for this sweet earth defeat our lust
gain back Her health deserve Her trust.
Tears stain the ground like blood…Susan A. Katz
Tears stain the ground like blood
as if we could nourish back to life
the love we’ve lost to war.
We are a part of everything and everything’s a part of us…Susan A. Katz
Each life that crawls or swims
or flies is part of that grand
universe of we all of us
and each of us dependent
on the future of the humble
bumble bee. – SAK
Sleep takes us into dreams…Susan A. Katz
…dreams deliver us
into the arms of poetry.
Today is here and then it’s goneSusan A. Katz
You’re free to fly we’re left to mourn
There are places we may go to dream…Susan A. Katz
There are places we may go to dream
where suns set on an ocean scene
or we may travel deep within
the place where dreams and poems begin.
Old books like old dreams, are always worth revisiting.Susan A. Katz
Between the covers of the book
Old and dusty on the shelf
Words into poems may take you
To that place where you find yourself. – SAK
Roses bloom profusely in the care of summer.Susan A. Katz
One cannot dream
the beauty of the rose
It is a secret
only the heart knows…