Her Sister Nikki Carved a Birdhouse of St. Francis
Sheila E. Murphy
We had the open picture on our stairwell of the hand that fed the birds. A halo and a mild look on his face captured the pure democracy of yards and space. How sainthood shows the other needing others. And how pure is wood and knives that shape it so. We had his eye light know the breadcrumbs shared still shapes, the world and happiness, connective tissue of eternity that ever purifies this one world, this place, impeccable continued present tense removing from our sphere the greed forced loss this moment where the one becomes the other and the other is the real.
Soft wood, clear thought, angel everlasting hands
About the writer:
Sheila E. Murphy is an American text and visual poet who has been writing and publishing actively since 1978. She is the recipient of the Gertrude Stein Award for her book Letters to Unfinished J. (Green Integer Press, 2003). Murphy is known for working in forms including ghazals, haibun, and pantoums in her individual writing. As an active collaborator, she has worked with numerous writers in long poems spanning multiple volumes. Murphy’s visual work, both individual and collaborative, is shown in galleries and in private collections. Initially trained in instrumental and vocal music, her work is often associated with music in its language and rhythmic pulse. Murphy earns her living as an organizational consultant, speaker, and researcher and holds the PhD degree. She has lived in Phoenix, Arizona throughout her adult life..
Image: Untitled abstract painting by Sheila Murphy.