Wednesday, February 23, 2011

over my shoulder ~ 12.31.08

Slowly I walk
not towards but away from

I want faded pictures
of tiny objects viewed through squinted eyes

I want distant memories
of out of focus experience to share over coffee

I want impressionist paintings
of vague happenings to be all that lingers

Slowly I turn
not away from but towards...


  1. oooo ... deliciously multi-directional/dimensional ... perhaps we are our own revolving doors? fantastic concept here ...

  2. yes we spin around not knowing if we are running from or to, ending up in the same spot, beginning again & again...thank you!

  3. Nice to meet you La Lunatique. Thanks for stopping by. I reading this piece from a place where all the pain is sharp and focused. I tell myself that time reneders it softer, blanketed in the fog or months and years. It must be true. "Out of focus experiences over coffee" sounds lovely.

  4. Nice to meet you too Wine and Words! This softening that time offers is my wish for you. Sometimes it's all we can hope for.

  5. beautiful balance between longing and loss.

  6. achieving balance for me is monumental, a multiple lifetime quest I believe so thank you fork for the terrific compliment!