Can I trust myself to be profound?
To say something great, possibly
even inspire? I can only be myself.
An ever changing being, confident,
brash, passive and meek……
slowly unraveling like a ball of
twine. until there are only two ends,
one in your hand the other in mine,
connected by circumstance.
The space between us winding tight
as we discover what the other has
Each color coded word are poems within the poem, Read yellow, then red, etc.....
Lisa Kaser's painted wood piece, I love the branch coming out of the base
( a response to the above poem I wrote him):
They say if you have enough twine you can have a ball. I didn’t have that much, but I still got wound up, or perhaps strung along, by Stephanie’s entwining lines of words, tying together some loose ends, and maybe some lost friends.
or to Bid.
His letter to me was about him moving north some years ago, that felt like his destiny, with a song in his head...those lyrics , I painted on the panel, the "man"I cut & carved out. The boat I cut from an old fishing float.
And Finally Mary Lou Zeek's Blog HERE, about the hanging of the show and opening night fun.