Nov 2013
In the stark valley,
by wheezing winds,
eyes puckered,
hope, gone afar:
solitary peaks
snow-capped at
summit, rising,
parting the clouds,
for opal skies.
An aspiration.
A lighthouse.
by wheezing winds,
eyes puckered,
hope, gone afar:
solitary peaks
snow-capped at
summit, rising,
parting the clouds,
for opal skies.
An aspiration.
A lighthouse.
This 'picture poem' was spurred by a conversation with Victoria, on the appreciation of the vast and the bare in art...
Incidentally, the words 'gone afar' have a hallowed meaning in Mahayana Buddhisn: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bh%C5%ABmi_(Buddhism)#The_seventh_bh.C5.ABmi.2C_the_Gone_Afar
Incidentally, the words 'gone afar' have a hallowed meaning in Mahayana Buddhisn: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bh%C5%ABmi_(Buddhism)#The_seventh_bh.C5.ABmi.2C_the_Gone_Afar
