The Truth Has No Name, paper collage, 2022
unknowingness is a pencil on a sheet of paper an astronaut is a slip of the tongue nothing that comes from this world has ever been a horizon the nameless sensations of a cup of coffee laughing now, in my hands unknowing as two bluebirds this afternoon, my imagination builds saxophones my feet plant stars in the ground god is poetry; poetry vanishes the violets are weeping under his feet somewhere on this page wisdom and its contradictions are singing like an opera at the end of the world unknowingly and elegantly wasted
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11 responses to “Unknowing”
So beautiful! So many great lines, “nothing that comes / from this world / has ever been” “god is poetry; poetry vanishes” And the ending, the last two stanzas are wonderful!
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Thank you so much!
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Gorgeous lines! I can’t pick a favorite stanza – I love them all!
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Thank you very much!
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My pleasure! 🌻
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“god is poetry; poetry vanishes the violets are weeping under his feet”..I really love this stanza. Poetry, always a lovely ache between breath..well done.
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stunning. thank you for sharing your work 🙂
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Thank you so much!
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Loving the thoughts captured in this poem, as the artwork and writing captures the abstract nature of this moment. ❤
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Thank you, Jaya!
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