The Curtain Waits for No One, paper collage, 2021
arms of summer visible climate a momentary release of freedom everything we see is also its opposite so what matters? silence birdsong the kind of sex that dawns in unripened waters i sleep to loosen my eyes from reason i gather the hummingbirds i feed the vines i am tempted by the lucid images of a fig tree this room is out of fashion a zen herb garden, sour paintings on the walls i sink my arms in unfamiliar ground the poem is a cage the curtain waits for no one
Wonderful. I love the last two lines.
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Thank you!
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I love the second stanza. An opposite to everything, the silence as well as the breaking of it with a song…sex in waters still full of possibility…yes, so good. Well done, my friend. And I love the collage. I could see myself dancing on a beach with a seashell to my ear, moving to what I hear 🙂
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Thank you so much! I’m happy the collage resonated. I always enjoy combining visual and literary texts. I hope you had a great weekend! 😊
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