busts

tintex shiburi

ginko

it was a box
not the box i would have chosen first

tho i smile
i do love boxes and collect them

and not to say it was not a beautiful box
maybe Renaissance
painted with Jesus or saints or wispy holy men

i usually choose the more damaged weathered boxes
distressed
heavier
overused


but the beauty itself did attract me

when opened
along with the sweet music
and the loveliness

i felt
with
a breath exhaled
an overwhelming peace

and
as important
a more earthy depth to the aesthetic promise of the lid
there was
a natural earthiness
that
mixed with my own

formed this particular dream

blankets from....

forget all this writing and photos i found twitter

haiku

sadness overwhelms
in this season of blossoms
their pink falling tears

IT'S HARD FOR SOME MEN TO FINISH SENTENCES

Sometimes a man can't say
What he . . . A wind comes
And his doors don't rattle. Rain
Comes and his hair is dry.

There's a lot to keep inside
And a lot to . . . Sometimes shame
Means we. . . Children are cruel,
He's six and his hands. . .

Even Hamlet kept passing
The king praying
And the king said,
"There was something. . . ."

Robert Bly