Sunday afternoon
Sunday afternoon
A vague, uncomfortable sense
That I have not lived the day well
Somehow squandered the sacred time
On newspapers
Now with the sun at an angle in the west
I hope to redeem the evening
With what?
Not with culinary delights
Nor making anything
No drawings or inventions, not tonight
But being still
Observing the breath
posted by Jonathan @ 9/11/2005 07:18:00 p.m.
2 comments
2 Comments:
Gosh Jon, I wish I had more of your powers of observation (in words and pictures) and ability to use words. I would have to start by enlargening my vocabulary, no that is not correct. I know practically all the words, just don't use them. It would sound almost like a foreign language in my surroundings, certainly artificial and contrived.
Between your ability to see and express and your prgramming-think your right-brain, left-brain must be beautifully balanced.
Hi Anon - Thanks for your encouraging words. You might be talented at drawing; as for me, I find it hard to draw or paint. So when I feel deep grief or joy I find that it's easiest to get it out of my system through verse.
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