Art is magic delivered from the lie of being truth–
Theodor W. Adorno
I Inhabit A Simple Crystal Vase,
it’s my hyaline avocation. Flowers I clutch, not
so much an enigma, at least to me. My betrothal,
an entrustment of emotion, witnessed in equal
proportion, that of art & science. The bloom is
my palette of joy that I calculate, in all its
telling. So in keeping, I say a long stem rose
may have longevity but is soon forgotten in the
allure of dazzle & delight. Conversely the
hypnotic orchid, though short-lived, is not so
effortlessly abandoned. I’d say in matters of the
beauty of la vie & de mort, there is no enigma
of apportionment; it’s the orchid’s peloria of
petals, lips that keep the hush of eternities
sorrows.
Dan Cardoza has a B.A. in Psychology and a Master of Science Degree in Counseling from California State University, Sacramento. Partial poetry credits include: Ardent, Better Than Starbucks, California Quarterly, Curlew, UK., Esthetic Apostle, Poetry Northwest and Vita Brevis.
