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
Fractals Photos Poetry Prose Watercolor
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
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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.
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...
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