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the pond is deep
deep clear water
i am quiet and still
the rocks below are far
they seem so close
it is so clear
now i am empty
and sinking
i finger the golden stones
and turn them over
but i am not strong
the stones i want are big
i am lying on the bottom
when a precious jewel is sucked
into my mouth as i breathe in deep
the deep deep water
the ruby causes my eyes to see beyond
the emerald hearing ears hear hitherto
inaudible whisperings from the formless above
i remember now where i came from
now i can wear my life as a jewel collecting animal
i am an animal harvesting pearls tasting ambrosia and nectar
this is still not finished. the final page will have color.
wickedlizard said:
wow! that is beautiful… :up:
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angel292005 said:
I was trying to find a favoritepart of the poem, but the wholepoem is a jewel. Thanks so muchfor sharing! Kudos to you!
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ricewood said:
Love it!Your poem is like a series of haiku – if such a thing existed. You mentioned the zen approach and I feel that very much in paint and poetry alike.More, please. I am inspired. Want to do stuff like that, too.
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IArtMan said:
such good comments… thank you all.
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Esme_11 said:
Love it, love it, love it!
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IArtMan said:
emily, so sweet. made my day. thankyou.
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half_tech said:
That is beauty – thank you. It reminds me of life – a roller coster. It seams to be a great beginning of a wonderful story. : )
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anonymous said:
Bob Fitzgerald writes:Time travel … no beginning no end. This work reminded me again of several lifetimes past, of New York, of young fools … but mostly of an artist's spirit that once-long-ago-upon-a-time I appreciated and was close to.
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IArtMan said:
bob. wow, sure surprised me. life is long.
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quentinscrisp said:
You do sumi-e, too?
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Moontan01 said:
Outstanding! Moon
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IArtMan said:
thanks moon.well, psuedo sumi at best. but i enjoyed the project.
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Capegirl said:
i'm feeling this picture so much. 😉 hurrah
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ayshe said:
how true!in my language, turkish, we say "there are nine nodes in one's throat",which means think at least nine times before you say a word, watch your tongue. once it's gone, it's gone.by the way, i liked your poems a lot, scott.
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IArtMan said:
if you did that, i'm afraid we wouldn't speak at all. and… thankyou ayshe for your comment.and capegirl… do drop by anytime.
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ayshe said:
i sure will 🙂
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