The December Editor's Pick Poet is

Teresa Ann Frazee

Please feel free to email Teresa at: teresafrazee@yahoo.com

DISENTANGLED BLUE

Redirected, roaming life’s path without a guide
I call out for a miracle to take pity’s place
In the encroaching haze of night where shadows lurk
The darkness ravages light with a ghastly embrace           

Left with the weight of decision slung across my back
Where reason has been circling and has dropped behind
Despondency and restlessness drag their mossy feet
Then suddenly everything becomes joined and aligned

The approaching howls of threatening hounds change their course
While wide-eyed creatures make their lairs under cloudless skies
Dawn’s light scatters across strands of disentangled blue
And tramples the past that heavily upon me lies

My still stumbling spirit begins to walk a straight line
A leveling wind blows and covers old tracks of woe
Now in the sun’s salvation, I forge my path freely
Reborn, I follow my wounded breath out of the shadow

RIPPLING

When passing time changes direction
And the foliage of autumn turn
Into spiraling crimson colors
Of a bonfire left wild to burn

A chorus of echoes chirp until
The last silent cricket disappears
Yet as one cycle comes to an end
Gathering momentum one premiers

There’s no controlling nature’s blueprint
When summer’s innocent day is done
And gradually all the lines blur
Of what is past or of what will come

When the faint sun outgrows its season
Its hospitality is pulled back
Slowly rippling into dark collapse
The equinox of fall lays its track

TOUCHING MAGENTA

And so another season will take the woodlands again
Into the warm breeze of an early spring, random seeds blow
Led by the desire for the chance of existence, one roots
Among the littering leaves where the tangled weeds grow

Nature’s cycles run deep in unceasing transformation
A new life emerges, stretches its stem to pierce the air
Searching to reach the light it holds its eloquent posture
While zones of color encircle strands of the atmosphere

Rainwater, like crystal glass pours over blue touching magenta
Seeps into the narrowest of veins on leaves so tender
As a gleaming kingdom of reds bathe in natures embrace
From earths crowed bed it stands in its prismatic splendor

In the tangled weeds a divine intrusion inherits the space
Without boundaries, overtakes the mud of dust and clay
And everything becomes gradually connected, as time
Keeps the fragile balance between beauty and decay

Teresa Ann Frazee has been a visual artist for over thirty years, with juried and international exhibitions including solo shows in galleries, museums and other venues, receiving many awards and honors. Teresa has also been pursuing her other love, writing.

Teresa has had her work exhibited in the following magazines and books: Literary House Review, Poetry Shelter, The Horror Zine. Twice the Terror: The Horror Zine Anthology, Death Head Grin Magazine and Ebook Anthology, What Fears Become: The Horror Zine Anthology, Aphelion, and My Word Wizard. Teresa is the founder and host of The Boca Raton Museum of Art, Artists’ Guild Poetry Reading Series: “Art & Literature” and the author of “New City Souls” Poetry Cabaret.

Inside her world of make-believe, she paints and writes what she knows to be true. Bound by the creative force, she leaves reality entirely up to you.