Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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Woman with Flowers 7.1
(7th sketch in series, first iteration of this one) Woman with Flowers Flowers, props upholding the woman. The flowers, fragrant, imaginar...
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The Buddha says: “ You cannot travel the path until you have become the path itself .” The path is uncertain. Uncertainty is the guiding for...
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What if relationships are the primary ordering principle? What if the way relationships are ordered clarify, explain, and instruct us on th...
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direct link: Tones of Noir music: Alex Bailey, ' Piano Improvisation No 7 .' Do poems wait to be born? A poem whittled out of t...
write the lights coming
ReplyDeletesolstice approaches and clues
Mysterious "d," for you...
ReplyDeletethank you for this touch of ether -
ReplyDeletebuoyed light shaping solstice
spacious refrain
"singing the body electric"
longing in pace of trace
what happens next will happen next
to you - textuate -
utter silence
drift across coldscape
paint breath and dance
slow and in visible
stir
crystalline
snow's descent
floating water -
listen in ice
blinking at syllable's
hush
nothing nothing nothing is something
blinks back
where am i
in words not my language
plain - that is to say -
sheets and slips
paging mnenosyne
riffle through loss
utterly
untranslateable
yet led to water now
the shadow side of wave
and glass
coracles.
d, extraordinary.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful poem!
Your words, I read them aloud. You weave a complexity of language with the natural landscape and the drifting of the snow, which is water and ice, how amazingly you work with this imagery, with a rhythm that is musical and as delicate as a snowflake.
I am humbled. Thank you...