Nightshade & Imaginary Sublime

Franz Kline painting

before dawn, beyond a clear pane
the stuff of whiteday resolves
from nightshade after a heavy snow
leisurely reforming memories in a skull cave
sparked by energy, the name we give to what
shimmers, sees, dances, feels, loves, speaks,
hates, seeks, dreams, keeps, or lets go;
the stuff of white day comes forth
as if bidden like Lazarus
to repeat its first formation,
at noon the substance of whiteday
shatters nightshade defining
every snowbound cranny & nook
each hollow & hump with strokes of shadow
as Franz Kline once bold-stroked
canvas with a brush,
but nightshade too repeats,
never sleeps, stutters with day in pleats of time,
whiteday now called like Lazarus
to wrap itself again in winding sheets
until the daylight of imaginary sublime
.

Jim Culleny
12/4/19

Painting by Franz Kline