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| 'L'Etreinte', the embrace, by Picasso |
in cracked soles
dusty finger nails
frosted eyes
musty armpits
the soggy velvet of skin
wayfarers meet
plunging darkness
wayfarers meet
plunging darkness
into night
groping feathers
that fly
into a cage
wayfarers meet
watering thirsty
watering thirsty
river beds
nothing is said
silence drowns
swallowed by a whale
wayfarers meet
inside the body
they feed
hunger
their flesh inseparable
at last
wayfarers meet
wayfarers meet
~FV
4 comments:
Lovely. I understand it completely :)
FV, Nice... I almost think I understand it but I don't. I like stuff like that...like a kandinsky painting -- all seemingly making sense but actually not so much if you really start to look into it.
-Al
PS: Did you get up in time to rise along with the one billion rising? I did, and it was zimbly great.
PPS: I have been hearing of how the "gender discourse" of the feminist brigade is"engineering a conflict" between the genders. Apparently, all these centuries of physical subjugation of women kept the peace between the genders until these feminist people showed up. I overheard two guys with college degrees and a surfeit of chest hair say this as they quoted verses extolling cultural and family values.
PPS: Any truth to all this? Are you a member of this feminist brigade? Do they provide you all with heavy weapons? Can I join in?
Meriam:
:-) Sometimes we find things lovely even when we don't understand them...Thank you...
Al:
{all seemingly making sense but actually not so much if you really start to look into it. }
This is a reversal. If one looked into it, then it usually makes more sense. Perhaps, like a kaleidoscope it provides too many images?
Glad you liked it.
PS: No. I did not wake up for OBR. I don't believe in brigades, although I am a feminist. You may join me, anytime. No heavy weapons. Ideas weigh in.
I don't understand anything :(
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