bird
i read that the body is a depression
and wanted you more.and walking to the car
weary from the waitingthinking of the day to come
a single bird
voiced what i’d yearned to graspwanted to have
translated into form.
bird
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The art work fits the poem – The words evoke an unconscious resonance that are felt more than understood. Thanks, Ron,
Funny how sometimes the fit works, sometimes it doesn’t. When I try to make such a fit work it invariably doesn’t! I guess that the acting of performing the fit has to come from the right place, a playful, open sense of working…
Piercing, honest, mysterious little poem. Thank you.
Thanks for your comment Colleen