HAYWIRE
February 8, 2026 Poet: Isabelle Rosier Alzado Artwork: Haywire by Larry Hurst
HAYWIRE
I am drawn to travel in this
Chaos, confusion,
Dizziness and instability.
I vowed to keep my balance
Despite the tilt, the dive, the dark blues,
And these drunken calligraphies
Already jerking me from side to side.
It is not an abstract creation
But a State-scape, an Odyssey.
Or perhaps an abyss?
And entry into risks, pulses, inner Life.
And I thought that I would find my way
Up and down these luminous ribs,
But I am an acrobat in a storm
Swept away like a sagging raft.
I did swear to keep my balance,
But the wire of the split bales
Threw me against
Blazing pumpkin coils.
Among gleams and shadows.
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But now: I vow no more.
I enjoy these remote travels,
Hugging this moving panoply,
The lost horizon, and the trembling gravity.
But I realize that I am lost in art,
Mixing colors, shifts, and wonders!
I am In the painter’s mind,
In that dimmed ochre,
That agitation, that uncertainty.
I need to reclaim my own calm.
And I pop out of this world
Quitting the search, the torment
The resolution, the repair.
I stand straight for a new painting.
Perhaps a world of white, gold and red.
But, in it; I want you to feel
Your own landscape, your own beauty.
Until the Haywire, in you, finds
The exit, the resolution and repair.
