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charcoal on toned paper
4"x5"
how the corpse is dressed,
in taffeta or cold lace,
in silk, cotton or gauze,
says little about life
but, shown in light, blue-tinged, under porcelain sheen,
it falls into the place where driftwood is removed from beach by sea
where longing and regret cast sharp shadows
where lonliness is a wailing sound rippling a pond
where loss derives from being
here it resides by you, alone and full
in your book of remembrance
In a Word- obumbrate
In a Book- The Whale: In Search of the Giants of the Sea Philip Hoare
In a Song- Beat the Devil's Tattoo Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
2 comments:
Really like that poem! Oh yeah, and the art ain't bad either.
Thanks!
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