not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Monday, June 20, 2011

torn bits of wallpaper


he saves torn bits of wallpaper in his pockets.

why?

no one can be sure.

how long do you have together?

who's to say?

is it perfect?

yes, in rising moments.

do you love him?

how could i not?

5 comments:

  1. i feel someone i am close to holding my heart, protectively. he honors me. how could i not remain open to him, i think. even as i walk blindly.

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  2. the only way to love.

    i'm so glad i get to witness this of you - more love.

    xo
    erin

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  3. Fantastic image Erin...
    SO beautiful... amazing...
    I really love it!
    One can keep looking at it and
    keep wondering and be amazed.
    Light and story as a classical painting.
    XXX

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  4. monica, a huge compliment. i imagine your home free and lovely.

    nadja, thank you. a simple flower outside my front door, a wooden column behind. and yet what came to mind was how robert stole bits of newspaper from old homes and kept them in his pockets.

    i love that there are secret corridors to us.

    xo
    erin

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"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))