Apr 28, 2014


Angles, scribbles,
legs & glances
the eye too has a depth
of field like a camera,
an aperature being
a door which is in turn
an opening & an opening
is just a punctuation
of empty space, which
exists outside of us, or
within, mostly figuratively
but for the lungs, those
emptinesses upon which
life depends being filled
& emptied & filled
& emptied like the world
itself or a heart or
a soul.
The rhythm of color, starts with 
a strike, ends in gris, the 
poison: "everything that 
to me is my life."


Maggie Patti Barbara Frankford-Shapirol said...

heaven and earth,

vast space and your poem does converge.

Maggie Patti Barbara Frankford-Shapirol said...

Dear Poetic Friends: or poetry writers:

How do you do?

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Happy Rally….
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