Apr 28, 2014

4/28/14

 
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 
neurotica 
poison: "everything that 
happens 
to me is my life."

2 comments:

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?


It has been a while without running poets rally for free verse, today, when we celebrate Thursday Poets Rally 5th year anniversary, we invite you, a poet who blog and support poetry, to participate,



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