Good even
original poetry & images|Buttons|
like facial features
|Mice|
in the attic with insulation
Evening is gnawing the day
Away.
|Shades| against the
deep blue light - celestial rain
not wet, it is heavenly slumber
that descends, lapis lazuli.
|Faces|
ever elusive,
Hers or his or theirs
divine or bestial,
Even the crumbs
are holy.
|Sheets|
A transition is born
to itself & opens
wide eyes.
|Chalk|
Expressions of wild beasts
half-seen in the night
of interstellar
transmaterialization.
|Nouns|
actions taken
qualifiers pasted
absurd origins
chased.
|Repetitions|
eat, sleep, wake,
Everything is faces,
buttons awaiting engagement
And sleep will come
to the one who stays
between on this fine even.
Writing & images
By
@d-pend
2/22/18
Notes
Hey all,
For this evening poem I tried to write with simple language the odd feeling of the blueness of night descending (I almost succeeded, though I couldn't resist adding "transmaterialization" in one of the stanzas: referring to dissolving between the waking and sleeping states.) There is a bit of droll humor in the stanza starting with "|Nouns|." After a while, when you write everyday, it can start seeming like just words, words, words! The deeper meaning of the art, and how it teaches you, is a more subtle process requiring your focus and integral intention. Anyway, thanks for reading as always, and I'll see you tomorrow! Here's the links to the other two posts from today: