Sylvia, again congratulations for the collaboration on this poem/prose poem, it's always a beautiful idea to put energies together.
As per the previous poem, I have the impression that the tactile/physical has a strong component in your writing. This has the potential convey powerful messages to the reader, as very grounded in human sensation. Keep writing and perfecting your voice (as all of us should do).
Embroiders a scene of eating library paste. Sticky substance that some how stuck things together. No teacher ever told us it was flour and water, but somehow we tested the sticky stuff, licked our fingers. It had a minty paste, but we never made it a habit. What did we know. Kindergarten trials, take our artistic endeavors home. so proud to tape them on the refrigerator door until the edges curled and some were kept in a locked box, unknown to us that these endeavors were the capitals that dotted the I's and built character forms that housed the soul in life. All because Mother's allowed the artist to express them selves by any ways and means. One stitch leads to another. Before you know what you done there's a flower for Mother's Day. Abstract, but thats what is good. Something to be interpreted in many ways.
Sylvia, again congratulations for the collaboration on this poem/prose poem, it's always a beautiful idea to put energies together.
As per the previous poem, I have the impression that the tactile/physical has a strong component in your writing. This has the potential convey powerful messages to the reader, as very grounded in human sensation. Keep writing and perfecting your voice (as all of us should do).
Lovely "conversation." The two go so well with (and against) each other, and the recordings were brilliant.
So good!!
Embroiders a scene of eating library paste. Sticky substance that some how stuck things together. No teacher ever told us it was flour and water, but somehow we tested the sticky stuff, licked our fingers. It had a minty paste, but we never made it a habit. What did we know. Kindergarten trials, take our artistic endeavors home. so proud to tape them on the refrigerator door until the edges curled and some were kept in a locked box, unknown to us that these endeavors were the capitals that dotted the I's and built character forms that housed the soul in life. All because Mother's allowed the artist to express them selves by any ways and means. One stitch leads to another. Before you know what you done there's a flower for Mother's Day. Abstract, but thats what is good. Something to be interpreted in many ways.
Human intuition and it; can it guide us.
The it from the sound it in intuition is superb. The transformation of the human thing to it, all good, very good