Thursday, March 24, 2011

A poem (my husband's) and a sketch (mine) despite excessive rain ...

Words of Warning

 “standing where you are
might interfere

with my wireless

block transmissions
we’re supposed

to send.  Late messages
tapped out, telepathy

                  (tap. . . tap. . . tap

here in the dark

(The poem above was written by Charles Tarlton). 
A warning! in a poem, in a season where there are far too many sounds in the dark ... the wind blows, a tree falls, the children next door go to see the roots, the water rushes down the hill, and the rain comes again.  While it has been raining, we have been writing and drawing.  The sketch below is another setting for my vase: the south of France.

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