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This poem was found between the lines of a book called Snow Flower and the Secret Fan. It is a story about messages passed between two women, in a language created in order to communicate in private, enabling them to sustain their friendship over ...
I have a life.
Let's look
A circular magnifying glass
through the unseen eye
in a fine cocoon wrapping
you can see her.
There she was,
in her chamber
of two hands.
Look,
Ves, but
I don't see.
you must try.
Softly and companionably
there was a...
disorientations will reveal her own trail.
from the egg to the moment of death
he was there and walked with her
somehow the eye saw into one.
she did not say much.
she heard a voice shape the wind.
I know this is possible.
yes, it is.
Love was slow, easy
so beautiful.
I was overcome. I still am.
I-I couldn't understand,
but I knew you would.
That's all.
That's good.
I came back today because-
Because?
I couldn't bear not to.
May I?
Please do...
Vicar was live-wire.
The crucifix was gone,
replaced by a sweet smile,
a surprise with a presence
of the King of Hearts.
a curious light was cast
by chance
chance concentrated attention
to one random encounter
with a concentric mirror
a gaze round his eyes
a privileged insight into
an unsuspecting
chance being held
but already moving
into the house.
He looked at her-
helpless.
something was different.
she was willing.
the rose in her hands
underwent another transformation and
became an infant
malleable and supported
in her body.
he's ever so sensitive.
she touched his hands.
a child must recognise
a compass of skin.
consider the smell of the sound
composed in flowers
pale blue, streaked gold.
The child opened his eyes and
followed his gaze
streaked with delicate flashes of pale light
of a sphe...
death invited surrender.
how could i follow?
i needed fresh air to escape
from the outside world.
I sent word requesting
an embrace
in his clear blue eyes.
he held my gaze.
he is the same as me.
remember where we bathed
in daylight.
it was as if
a curtain became fainter-
and then one day
i realized what i remembered.
more than once
the wise one interceded on his behalf
he had to reform
his direction in life
his dreams and ambitions seemed
more feasible than ever.
all he longed for
had secretly started.
his delusions
no longer satisfied him.
he insisted on seei...
beside the weary and desolate came
a figure like a king
she took heart.
Friend you are the grace of God,
what is this realm?
you must come from the other end of dawn
toward the land of wondrous wine
with drenching dewfall.
there's good pasture and...
a veil had been the false bride
my eyes are wrong
of course
she had never seen the disguise
it was masked,
but in reverse.
only the eye was hidden.
she now simply obeyed.
it was the first time a plan was something she wanted to discover:
what it w...
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- Location:
- south western united states
- About Me:
- For me, solitude and daily walking are like food. Art is my means of conversation with life. It is a constant process of refinement. I believe it's an artist's job to have mischevious eyes.
- Gender:
- Gal
- I am a/an:
- Independent Artist/Designer
- Favorite Designers/Artists:
- Robert Irwin, Sophie Calle, Janet Cardiff
- Favorite Music/Musicians:
- Michael Fronti, Guy Clark, Beethoven, Haiden, Would You Like To Learn to Dance, by Steve Goodman, Loop Guru,
- Favorite TV Show & Movies:
- The Number One Ladies Detective Agency, Bill Maher, Secret Diary of a Call Girl
- Favorite Books / Authors:
- Terry Tempest Williams, Isabelle Allende, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Hafiz, Runi, Mirabai, Octavio Paz
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A poem for Kyoko
This poem was found between the lines of a book called Snow Flower and the Secret Fan. It is a story about messages passed between two women on handkerchiefs and fans, in a language created in order to communicate in private, enabling them to sustain their friendship over a life time.
Her indigo cotton was my silk,
a protection for what was to come.
Still we kept walking.
Between us was a will to live.
The path rose steeply.
But we were like flowers in the hand,
sheltered against the sky aroun… Continue
Her indigo cotton was my silk,
a protection for what was to come.
Still we kept walking.
Between us was a will to live.
The path rose steeply.
But we were like flowers in the hand,
sheltered against the sky aroun… Continue
Posted on October 26, 2009 at 9:30am — 2 Comments
I Have a Life, found within Still Life, by A. S. Byatt
I have a life.
Let's look
A circular magnifying glass
through the unseen eye
in a fine cocoon wrapping
you can see her.
There she was,
in her chamber
of two hands.
Look,
Ves, but
I don't see.
you must try.
Softly and companionably
there was a light
and a small sound
and someone put her hand up.
together they reached.
Let's look
A circular magnifying glass
through the unseen eye
in a fine cocoon wrapping
you can see her.
There she was,
in her chamber
of two hands.
Look,
Ves, but
I don't see.
you must try.
Softly and companionably
there was a light
and a small sound
and someone put her hand up.
together they reached.
Posted on September 16, 2009 at 6:18pm —
found within Still life, by A.S. Byatt
disorientations will reveal her own trail.
from the egg to the moment of death
he was there and walked with her
somehow the eye saw into one.
she did not say much.
she heard a voice shape the wind.
from the egg to the moment of death
he was there and walked with her
somehow the eye saw into one.
she did not say much.
she heard a voice shape the wind.
Posted on September 9, 2009 at 7:59am —
As if Seen through White, found within A. S. Byatt's Still Life
I know this is possible.
yes, it is.
Love was slow, easy
so beautiful.
I was overcome. I still am.
I-I couldn't understand,
but I knew you would.
That's all.
That's good.
I came back today because-
Because?
I couldn't bear not to.
May I?
Please do.
Life became more pleasurable
and more real.
He remembered in color,
but softly
as if seen through white.
yes, it is.
Love was slow, easy
so beautiful.
I was overcome. I still am.
I-I couldn't understand,
but I knew you would.
That's all.
That's good.
I came back today because-
Because?
I couldn't bear not to.
May I?
Please do.
Life became more pleasurable
and more real.
He remembered in color,
but softly
as if seen through white.
Posted on September 5, 2009 at 1:23pm —
live-wire, found within Still Life, by A.S. Byattt
Vicar was live-wire.
The crucifix was gone,
replaced by a sweet smile,
a surprise with a presence
of the King of Hearts.
The crucifix was gone,
replaced by a sweet smile,
a surprise with a presence
of the King of Hearts.
Posted on August 21, 2009 at 2:00pm —
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