By Francis Scudellari
Tied up in not, being
Inversely reflecting
Adverse shaded outlines
Of old selves undefined
Unbound in emptied space,
A frame-boxed negative
Starkly overlaid, paint daubed
With stiff, time-worn bristles
A new image, re-touched
Edges blurring, web-spun
In be-smudged unlikeness,
Shape-less becomes distinct
Self-denial reversed
Frees futures not foreseen,
In erasure escapes
A past that never was
6 comments:
I visit every morning and really enjoy your workings. Thank you for the opportunity in reading your thoughts
Hi Pandora,
Thanks for the comment ... it means a lot to me to know that people are enjoying what I do. I'm glad we've found each other's sites and are now virtually connected. Such connections are what make this experience so rewarding.
You should start a book with your poems and art displayed as here but in book format.
Wonderful work. I looked at others and you have a wonderful talent. Thank you for keeping my mom in your prayers.
Hi Cooper,
Thanks ... you echo a good friend's sentiments regarding the book. I'm just not sure that anyone would really want all this in a more material form ... but I'm a bad judge of such things. When it happens, you'll be getting one as my gift ;).
Hi Anna,
Thanks for the compliment, and you're most welcome regarding the prayers. I hope the positive vibes help her in some way.
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