Wednesday, June 24, 2009

mist

on land.
as she followed the 
movement of her own 
heart. it was not golden 
or glorious. in fact it was 
enveloped. thin, tiny
fibers sewn together
with red string.
held loosely to allow 
room.





5 comments:

  1. Sigh. Beautiful. Your words, your images, your energy. All of it is sweet and radiant like the flower in your last picture. :) Plumeria?
    oxox

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  2. I haven't forgotten. Life has me bouncing. I love the self-portrait. Hawaii, summer, adventure, contemplation. I think of you ... soon.

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  3. Wonderful! love the plumera flower at the end. They smell like heaven.

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  4. exquisite poem & photos...what a beautiful painting each would make.
    ...and o, if only i had smell-o-screen and could smell the mist off the ocean & the plumeria...xo

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  5. yes
    gorgeous
    i too want to step inside the senses of this post.

    much love...

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