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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direct link: Tones of Noir music: Alex Bailey, ' Piano Improvisation No 7 .' Do poems wait to be born? A poem whittled out of t... -
What if relationships are the primary ordering principle? What if the way relationships are ordered clarify, explain, and instruct us on th...
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...