Mar 2016
spinning to
infinity
illuminating
indiscriminate
gently warning
ships at sea
by mirrored glow
on steady tree
an old man sits
hands worn with polish
waiting, absentminded
loneliness enhanced
by the quiet night
lost in thought
and carried away
by the tone
of crashing waves–
infinity
illuminating
indiscriminate
gently warning
ships at sea
by mirrored glow
on steady tree
an old man sits
hands worn with polish
waiting, absentminded
loneliness enhanced
by the quiet night
lost in thought
and carried away
by the tone
of crashing waves–
I have a dear friend who does painting and we are going to do some collaborative work. She will be leaving 2 inch wide, 7 inch long washed-out space on the edges of paintings so I can write a poem to fit with the theme. This is the first of these.
