WHEN WORDS ARE DONE

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                                                                                     the world
                                                  lives in the death of speech
                                                  and sings there.

                                                       – Wendell Berry (“The Silence”)

 

We name landmarks on maps in our minds
so we can go there. Some to detail feeling
with art reaching-out to all humanity
searching for that common hearthstone

beyond man’s hackneyed adjectives
and political objectives. We press names
into place with indelible ink hoping
to get lost in the map’s open space

to touch the unnamable and soar
with the song. Those elusive, musical
fragments, those glimpses in trees, but
all we have when words are done.

 

8 responses to “WHEN WORDS ARE DONE

  1. One of your best ever.
    LOVE this.
    xoox

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  2. Great work! Like a painting each observer is left with an impression on individual levels.

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  3. Yes, I’d like “to get lost in the map’s open space”.

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  4. You have magic map ink John. Happy Thanksgiving for you and your loved ones. x

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