the sky is full today - like a room filled with smoke -
there's no definition to it
no edges
here on the ground there's constant movement
as leaves in shades of ochre and pale yellow
move on the breath of a capricious wind
that holds no single point of contact
no attachment to anything
it simply is movement
undefined
9 comments:
Oh for a day like that Steven - we sit here in thick freezing fog.
just look at the shape of your poem - it's a cup overflowing - perfect!
(i'm still dizzy, tumbling room to room:)
xo
erin
weaver as i write it's freezing rain. my bike ride might be slippy or non-existent!!! i'll grab the memory of this moment and hold it. steven
thanks for seeing that pauline . . . i wasn't really thinking about it but there it is. steven
erin - hold your eyes on the ceiling, then the floor. it's you that's turning. steven
What a perfect little whirlwind. Life on the ground is always a little unsteady like that. One needs to be anchored to the mountains, the ocean and the sky in order not to get completely blown away. You seem well anchored.
hello butternut!!! connecting to the whole through the part is something i'm still working on and perhaps more truthfully - something i expect to always be working on!!! steven
The kind of sky I MUST paint...
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