"dazzle gradually"

"Dazzle Gradually" 2017 poems, paintings, new art & photography--a diary, a discipline, a delight. Read over my shoulder as I post my unedited poetry ---you can see it in the raw or get my first book and see how the work evolves with new books rolling out next year.

Polly Alice

Sunday, June 19, 2016

New Thing Art Studio- A very merry unbirthday

All my new art this year was the focus, now back to the writing board as much of it I believe will help me write more poetry and finish my picture books. This little slide show is to celebrate one year of art. If you haven't seen my art you'll notice a few of the pieces work like miniature poems with one or two words on them. I hope to flesh those out in new poems here in the next few months! Enjoy the music written by Camera Man Number 13. We played his song and others at a recent art show called Wonderland Squared. So fun. A great remix!

Saturday, June 11, 2016

do stars need nightlights?

Is it dark where you are, Star?
Are you afraid of the dark?
Do you need a nightlight?
A blanket to keep you
warm in outer space?
Do stars need teddy bears
or rocking horses? Do they
need a nightlight all the time
since they never
ever get a day?

Can they see the fireflies
so far away on Earth
down below?

A firefly at 3 am is
the odd one out. He is
still alone. The essence
of hopefulness. The
last one out.
He lights bright
No wait--
he's over there.
Look. There he is
again. Higher.
Look higher.

He's at the tree tops
now. He's in the sky.
He's found his dream.

They they are

Monday, June 6, 2016


Press down
fingertips fly
v for victory
that's it

tap it on the
table like
an ace of spades
tap tap

You know it's
too late to say
anything else

Yes too late

Why is it
always on
the back
of the envelope

you can finally
tell the T is for

Smacked together
scribbled back
to front-- your
words fold

who cares
what you said

but it's the back
yes the back--
the back of the envelope
where you can write
it-- where all of
God and Man
will see it

cares what the post man

You know floating in the air
sent, delivered, flying free
is your letter. Your
letter with wings.

In it's dark muffled mail bag
in the belly of a plane
there it floats.

out from the back
of the envelope
are what you really
wanted to say.

There on the back
fingers will
run over the
surface of
those letters
still warm

I'm sorry