a morning trek
so patiently caressed
on winding paths
while colors reach out
with subtle invitation
through angled trees
and grass so lean
the intrepid eye
never at rest
seeking things anew
with every test of step
except for here
under the gazebo
with summer’s warm
– embrace
as i wait for you
– knowingly
feeling at peace
feeling transcendent
The ocean flows in many ways, not unlike the wind swept beach and the girl with the summer blue dress. As the sun fades, and ends the day. She casts her weary dreams out to sea.
A photograph is never the end of a moment in time.
sitting on the beach
with the cooling sand
caressing my sandaled feet
mind and body
feeling bonded
with this very moment
the last moment
– here
with the setting sun
and you
while my joy
– and clouds
join in blended
transformation
leaving the waves
a fluid surrender
to a day ending
I found this video to be very interesting and well done. The poetry has a lovely, mesmerizing, flow to it and a haunting sense of self awareness. And all the while questioning … who we are … how do we fit in the world … how am I perceived. Alexzenia Davis I feel is an artist worth getting to know.
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Interview with Los Angeles based director Jesse Russell Brooks.
photo credit : Josh Bovill
What is the meaning behind your film “Make me a Doorway” ?
“Make Me A Doorway” is a compilation of three poems: “Make Me”, “My Silhouette” and “A Lady’s Psyche” written by Alexzenia Davis. She wrote the piece based off a series of in depth conversations that we had regarding personality and identity. How we may construct or naturally define our identity through an intimate relationship and how that effects our perspective of others. The piece focuses on Memory, Language and Relationships.
Poet Alexzenia Davis explores perspective and intimacy during a rush of mixed media footage that visualizes the characteristics of time. The short film titled is an experimental collaboration with filmmaker Jesse Russell Brooks that investigating the memories of past relationships, what photography makes of love lost and how these reflections…
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A late night drive. Alone. Afraid. One last stop. The next to last exit. The very next turn. Into the dark of yesterday. Leaving the light of knowing behind. Only to find the last stop had no answers to sell.
There is a classic ambient piece by Brian Eno entitled Thursday Afternoon. An one hour shimmering landscape in the style of Music For Airports. This piece Monday Afternoon was created on Tuesday night while listening to Pandora Radio on my Droid phone. Slowly revisiting the drive into Savannah, GA. And the crossing of this remarkable bridge. Beautiful Sunshine. Warm atmosphere. Cool wind. Simmering heat.
early morning
a slightly deserted
– beach
the sun has risen
ever so brightly
casting shadows
under umbrellas
the sun floats
while the waves
– reflect
summer’s warmth
and beauty
caressing the day
– the sun floats
the waves flow
a sparkly trance
with wind and water
Here is a detail of the cover of my new published book of digital abstract art, poetry and prose. Available in hard and soft cover at Blurb publishers. Select picture to link to my bookstore. A preview of the book is also available online.
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