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    Susan Harmon Artist/Educator

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    she felt daughterless.jpg

    she felt daughterless.jpg

    80" x 40",mixed media/linen,inspired by the book,The Daughters of Juarez

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    "A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art"

     

    -Paul cezanne

    I never saw another butterfly
    the wind sings a song far away
    we'll kiss like it's air and we're running
    behind the beautiful forevers
    in the winter of hope
    under the brilliant sky
    between the pink
    song of whistling winds
    cloud bursts
    of scars and wounds
    even the rain remembers
    8 minutes
    a girl in the river
    and the cold tightened it's fist
    another black wave comes and I'm drownin
    before sunrise
    breaking free
    he held my face in his hands
    it was in the air and all around
    my father taught me well
    sunlight comes creepin through
    the loss of
    spilling red
    final same sky
    more frailer than flowers....finished
    spilling out color
    he-held-my-face
    before-her-mind-broke
    she-felt-daughterless
    sisters
    and their nervousness became my nervousness
    of jimmy
    within these walls
    the air was tobacco sweet
    a small clous of vapor oozes out
    and the free wind all around
    rain washed stars
    its a whisper spoken to the sidewalk
    her purple anger
    behind these blue walls
    detritus
    the sky was on top of us
    it felt like a hope
    Within These Walls
    Jimmy
    For James- Coloured Rain
    and the darkness shall clothe the land
    under the redness
    hangings
    a girl in the river
    SMEARING RED
    She Felt Daughterless
    Eight Tall Pink Crosses
    I Am Nobody
    Her Body Was Wrapped
    and her parts scattered
    I let my tears drip on the Earth
    The sun was getting ready to leave
    Coda: The final phase of a symphony
    weakened parts of her were crumbling
    it was buried beneath the surface
    I Forgot There Was A Sun
    And Their Nervousness Became My Own