a gray dawn scent of skunk lingering like towels in the corner crumple dried from the day that you fell tearing down the curtain from the shower to the floor
if I were something that wanted expressing something...unnamable this grey dawn is a where where I would dwell...or wait ...or hide hoping for someone who must say words as long as there are any until they find me until they say me...
perhaps aubade is an elegy to such longing
perhaps this image is holding my heart because I know what it feels like to be found... and what it feels like to want to be..
gorgeous work ... with image and words...these are gifts I will never forget...
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7 comments:
that's a beautiful image jon
beautiful. yes.
makes me wish I was inch tall.
yes...
some slight obscurity there...
and i wonder what i need...
more light?
or
more scrutiny here?
Aubade
a gray dawn
scent of skunk
lingering like towels
in the corner
crumple dried
from the day that you fell
tearing down the curtain
from the shower
to the floor
looked up
saw bamboo
saw that all my dreams had come together
on one day
a gray dawn
wow
so beautifully muddy!
if I were something
that wanted expressing
something...unnamable
this grey dawn is a where
where I would dwell...or wait ...or hide
hoping for someone
who must say words as long as there are any
until they find me
until they say me...
perhaps aubade is an elegy to such longing
perhaps this image is holding my heart because I know what it feels like to be found...
and what it feels like to want to be..
gorgeous work ... with image and words...these are gifts I will never forget...
I live for obscurity....
No matter where I go, my thoughts lay in the obscure...
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