Tuesday, October 6, 2009

words...

I was just opening a text document, and the one that opened wasn't the one I was looking for. It was these words I wrote back in July and apparently promptly forgot about. I suppose they were written for one or more of the recent paintings. Maybe I'll post a couple possible candidates with the words...



the river flows
threads drift on the surface
what lies beneath
who knows
the river carries on
and carries with it
all things within
going down
toward the sea
all things answering
gravity’s pull
fighting or flowing
in the current
all things answer
gravity’s pull
and the river flows on
to the sea

hw july 14, 2009
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1 comment:

Adam Stoltman said...

Just noticed this.......

What a lovely poem.

November 8, 2009 at 2:34 PM

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