Tumblewords

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Sunday, February 25, 2007

Written




She's been there
in the still and dark
where memories didn't go

in that hiding place
where the pen of night
black and cold

wrote that
love is but a scar.




Green Bayou, original watercolor

2 comments:

Wriju said...

They are so beautiful, the poem and the painting.

They made me think about memories -collective, social, corroborated by documented history. And about a different kind of memory that is enriched by imagination. Where we fill up the gaps that memory has forgotten about.
I know that feeling, love is but a scar.

Dogwalkmusings said...

You really scored with this one. I come back everyday to re-read it. It has struck a chord I can't quite get a handle on. But I keep coming back...