Sunday, October 30, 2011

Verismo


A living tree is taken so I may give birth
to words on paper, and yet today
I see only Rorschach splattering ink on the wall.

"I see a sleepless angel"...
"I see a clumsy lover"...
"I see a girl crying in a Rowan tree"...
"I see Mary calling out for grace".


but my fingers are still.

10 comments:

  1. A mysterious read, both despairing and, in its stillness, resisting that.

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  2. Sometimes we need to remind ourselves of the world beyond the page. You have done this so effectively.

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  3. ..i think we have quite similar notion for the prompt this week.. but yours much light and positive than what i did on mine.. hehe.. i felt much of your words in the second part.. great read!(:

    Good day!

    ~Kelvin

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  4. I see a mind waiting... In the still spaces, anything can be born...

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  5. Ah, the challenge of a blank sheet of paper!

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  6. Sometime it's good to let the mind wander where it will - the words will come later.

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  7. the midn is fertile but the fingers unwilling...smiles...great opening...the rorshakt blots...nice play on that blot...

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  8. A wonderful thought-provoking piece!

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  9. Really makes you think....lovely writing Nana Jo!

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  10. Beautiful! So nice to see you back, Jo!

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