JUDITH D. NOONAN
WELCOME TO MY PORFOLIO
INCLUDES A RESUME, an
ARTIST STATEMENT & WORK SAMPLES
FOR A MOMENT
Who would think poetry could come from children?
the gleam...
the hope...
the aspiration..
spoken,
never told of,
but a moment that lingers with the child,
the breath that brushes against soft skin and lingers with a sigh,
the only hope if all other moments have faded
a moment with a child stays.
-Judith D. Noonan
IN A WORD OF SYMBOLISM
(from novel/film The Midnight Train)
YOUR WORLD OF SYMBOLISM LEFT ME IN A CHORD OF STRINGS,
SONGS AND SONGS NEVER EVEN HEARD OF...
NEVER TO DANCE OVER A GREY STONE, NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD EVER SEE SOMEONE LIKE YOU STUMBLE,
BUT STUMBLE YOU DID.
THE BIRD THAT FLIES OUTSIDE CALLS, I HOPE IT MEANT SOMETHING...
NO MORE DEW ON MY BLACK LACE SATIN,
NO MORE KISSES THROUGH MY BLACK VEIL,
FOR FAREWELL MY BLACK KNIGHT NOT EVEN AM I A WIDOW
BUT A BRAVE MOTHER WHO DOES MISS YOU SO.
-Judith D. Noonan
Purple Perfect
With your pale nail polish
French sweet pea spirit
soft fair of golden skin, tones that open like lakes of ponds of blue lending themselves to hillsides next to distant cottages, nestled forms of frame, where romance dances quietly in quiet bloom romancing the air as birds that chirp quietly in the perfect fog ail, that arises and lifts the landscape like a portrait.
a maid dressed with a lady in euro-french lavendar, bend down together gathering wood for the fire that smokes like dark purple gems, sparks that capture the glamour that wait for dark purple wine, and dance to records at night.
-Judith D. Noonan
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