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

Saturday, March 17, 2012

morning


i remember his short white shirt sleeves 
as he walked out toward the field
how they left room for him
and how he occupied that space
or at least i think i do

6 comments:

  1. stunning beauty the foto and the words too

    kiss to you

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  2. Ahhh color is seeping in. Good.

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  3. this is essence, the morning that draws memory into it, the light that touches impossibly soft and sure the sides of these stems and finds us all there ...

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  4. i will go to bed now, wishing, through my sleep, that i wake up to this morning of light - i will also wish that i am allowed to be there, in this light, completely, until memory sets in, like a blow ~

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  5. When the perception of the morning so, with that light, sure to be a great day although nothing happens.

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  6. Perfect for my morning today..thank you

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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))