Unbelievable. You guys nailed this. Even when the stars are listening. You went macrocosm to microcosm back to macrocosm on this one and did in it a fashion that was quite magical. The same way we have only the briefest glimpse into the working of the human mind. Ken Wilbur would refer to it as a nested holarchy...I would agree.
our collaborations will stand the test of any time contstraint so long as people read for love of write there will be light inside a night so long as words as these exist conjoined as one yet born from separate premise
funny, at school we teach our students to cook, en pappiote, where you take a piece of parchment paper and fold it in half, then cutting a heart out of it, like you did to make valentines for your sweethearts as a child. Unfolding the heart, you coat it with butter and place a fish fillet inside with some veg, herbs, and seasoning, and crimp the edges of the heart back together and place on a sheet pan and cook it in the oven. This poem reminded me of how the student feels when this dish is taken to the table, and the parchment heart is, cut open, all the words, and feelings, sights and aromas, escaping with the steam, overwhelming you.
Okay now I need to go buy some salmon, and pick some fresh dill!
Unbelievable. You guys nailed this. Even when the stars are listening. You went macrocosm to microcosm back to macrocosm on this one and did in it a fashion that was quite magical. The same way we have only the briefest glimpse into the working of the human mind. Ken Wilbur would refer to it as a nested holarchy...I would agree.
Playful and eager to explore new styles of writing, and to hone my skills. i'm reaching a point now where i can write a poem and be able to say that it is something i really like. I'm an avid reader, .. more..