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.
One of your best ever.
Thanks, Kiddo 🙂 Wishing you and all of your tribe a Happy Thanksgiving.
Great work! Like a painting each observer is left with an impression on individual levels.
Yes, I’d like “to get lost in the map’s open space”.
Judging, Suzanne, by what I’ve read of what you’ve written, you work in that direction 🙂 a compliment, I must say. Have a Happy Thanksgiving.
You have magic map ink John. Happy Thanksgiving for you and your loved ones. x
Thanks, Jane 🙂