Friday, December 29, 2006

A small poem

Driving down CR-278

Nacreous sky, mother of pearl of the winter rain
layered, layering on specks of dust, on smoky ash
until pearls tumble unstrung, wobbling and wet-
kissing the incense of a brush-clearing, spattering
on an azure flash that keels past power-lines and over
the fence line, bluebird gone but I’m happy.


MB said...

...bluebird gone but I'm happy.
Glorious moment out on a country road. Beautifully rendered. Thanks.

polona said...

enjoyed the drive with you. beautiful!

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Pedro said...

Have you dryed out the argument between drawing and photographing? Are you starting a new one between drawing and writing? Great!

hfm said...

Love the sound of the pictural words.

Lori Witzel said...

Hey everyone -- thanks so much for stopping by and commenting.

PMBC, the cross-media vibration and chatter will go on and on I'm sure! As you can see by hfm's comment, poems are pictures are sketches are paintings for me.