Sunday, May 31, 2015

My Mind Is...

My Mind Is

my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and
taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and
chipping with sharp fatal tools
in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of
chrome and execute strides of cobalt
nevertheless i
feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am
becoming something a little different, in fact
Hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet

~ ee cummings


Bev said...

What fabulous artwork to go with this poem ....great Pam...

Valerie-Jael said...

Wow, love this! Hugs, Valerie

Martin said...

See yourself wandering
in dreamscapes,
across bridges into
familiar land
and yet our own.

Love the superposition in your painting collage : )

Pam Tucker said...

Thank you all!

Martin, what a beautiful verse! And as always, totally fitting the art!. Big hug!

pchickki said...

I love this piece. I have seen it many times but didn't know it was yours. Nice blending Pam.

Pam Tucker said...

Thank you, pchickki! It's an old piece but I really like it too.

Pat Tillett said...

A perfect blending of words and art! Gorgeous!