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
myself
Hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet
bellowings.
~ ee cummings
7 comments:
What fabulous artwork to go with this poem ....great Pam...
Wow, love this! Hugs, Valerie
See yourself wandering
in dreamscapes,
across bridges into
unknown
familiar land
unreachable
and yet our own.
Love the superposition in your painting collage : )
Thank you all!
Martin, what a beautiful verse! And as always, totally fitting the art!. Big hug!
I love this piece. I have seen it many times but didn't know it was yours. Nice blending Pam.
Thank you, pchickki! It's an old piece but I really like it too.
A perfect blending of words and art! Gorgeous!
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