dave-martsolf
Windham, NH
Surreal artist Dave Martsolf was born in 1949 in Kansas, moved to western Pennsylvania in early childhood and at age 12 moved to New Hampshire where he resides today. Martsolf's father and grandfather were architects and his mother a photographer. Martsolf attended MIT and later UNH where he earned a degree in Fine Arts.
There were days left over;
this fantastic architecture,
days of a planet too young to be seen,
at man’s eyes.
wanders companioned,
weary youth,
reflects on, with curious eyes path,
feel the last evening’s silent branches breath;
too few:
one step back Adam.
Integrate the least,
lest:
last tomorrow:
Atlantean ship’s return, dark outland’s call,
in men’s dreams only, to cold steam rising fall,
on green magic’s mist want,
only to find
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
Krack-ack-rack fleeing,
tree limb limb
swinging
Bank bank dip slipping, tail flipping, pout snout
Soft mud ooze soothing,
hippo sun funning
Soft eyes scanning, flatboat
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC
Once away the house it burns
the fields they say are hay
Hey!
What the devil knows
so the quiet pre-born stars
share unquestioning looks,
and talk of insane releases.
“I laugh in the open field,
the sun’s house burning over
and down my shoulders.
I’m so sad.”
She smiles, giggles
and as they relax
the calm pouring
of the fire that does not burn.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC
Alone
Having now ascended the timeless moss-encroached stone steps
onto the new plain: earthy, pale, yellow, and grassy –
yet there is no grass;
only a large sun near the horizon, neither setting or rising
sun shining with the pale blue sky fading brightly to black,
whose wind breezes delicate music and ethereal threads.
Could just as well be surging up through fractures
in the ground, but this cool golden land remains solid
in its effortless abandon.
The land stretches away to vanish. Nowhere is it close.
It is under my feet, grazing imagined toes.
Feeling the shade and coolness of the great pines,
I see in all directions as there are no trees.
A few horizontal wisps of white cloud, touched with the sun,
draw their close star into my universe as I converse
with myself and new surroundings,
Alone on my sheet of plain and singing sky.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 10:56 AM UTC
teach me thy ways,
i follow
you;
the warmth,
changing colors,
everlasting
radiance,
I stand in the rays,
marveling the path;
we contemplate
The evening set,
your fiery dusk
friend, love
end the day.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 10:49 AM UTC
patience exceeding the lost madness,
fighting the reign - angry insanity.
vying for control, a dichotomy.
losing to the end - ancient battles,
evolutionary inevitability,
the loss of knowledge,
the death of understanding is at hand.
we are glad to see it go,
waving goodbye with red-clotted sticks
and true love.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
lifting random hushes of grey green,
gentle pushes and unknown time
of salt sprinkled quiet and solitary
mist,
rising;
lifted;
speckled sand; flecked dunes
clumps grass blades,
their yellow curled tips
watching;
a small girl;
single tiny impressions
on level reaches home.
and the waves watching,
urchins but children of the sea,
learn their moods and reasons
searching in her eyes.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
row and glide,
but do not hide,
for millions lie hidden
in cold pockets,
who will warm by reflection
of we who see,
grasping the secret power
of the present.
- peek around the corner
from the quiet shores of
sentimental memories.
- come out and be defenseless.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 8:19 AM UTC
let’s go back a
hundred-thousand years
to these ragged edges
torn rains
raw greens
biting seas
to the first sunrise,
now understood.
tears of calm joy –
a return.
we find ourselves
in this,
a kinship;
our brother is
our keeper,
and we
its’ guardian,
walk the edges
and the smooths;
our planet,
Earth’s children
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 8:08 AM UTC
high lights and gleaming cords,
roads and paths,
don’t lead them anywhere.
but you will someday take them all,
take them all at once –
someday,
but not today.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC