I see a ridge
Markedly in the usual sense.
Over the window sill,
out across nextdoor’s roofing,
on across the road,
the fields, then town.
I see a ridge
then the town proper a
definite split reversed maybe.
But there imagining alignment.
Different times of the day.
Closure.
Or perhaps ContentForm.... In any case, a recent experiment:
In the rain
Enlighten-
Ment crayon-
Hale
There that
Blue horse
Again
So sky-flighted
In the rain
I'll be taking a trip for a few days & offline. Thanks for looking in & I hope some new material comes with our travels.
News first thing this morning of the death of Ahmad Jamal. Such a very great individual and musician. Montse and I bought his album "Pittsburgh" in that honeymoon style trip we took to New York City in 1990 or 1991. I think you'd really enjoy listening to that if you can find it, which I'm sure you can. Try to hear his music, that special use he makes of sound/silence. Very wonderful, very true rhythmically.......
visit
house set way back
a few cattle flying the lawn
there is that lien
shocking some party goers
a great deal more
would still fit the lawn
graze glue and
the blue of the sky
In relation to technical
problems I’ve set up a provisional Twitter account. At the moment the account
is purely bare bones and I will be changing the name some time in April. As I
posted previously, Twitter Help/Support has been notified of the tech
problems. At present I am reading but not sending tweets.
Happy Saint Patrick's Day ! On the way to Spring. New reading includes Michel de Montaigne's essay "On the power of the imagination." Inspiring lots of thoughts on the German concept of Stimmung, meaning mood, in English. Perhaps this is a kind of poetic shifting of gears after my recent reading in Vincent van Gogh's letters. His favorite color apparently was yellow, an interesting one when it comes to mixing paint. Somewhat differently, moods can be mixed, But then much in human creation seems to depend on adding and subtracting. All the while, choosing........ Toward Spring !