Reverse of abstract landscape no. 3 in Conversations with Paint
Reverse of Abstract Landscape no. 3, Conversations in Paint

Concentric Circles

Concentric Circles

I am a concentric circle,

Around yet more concentric circles.

Trees the lines that circle me.

Stars shoot,

Flash! rolling outward over dark sparkling water,

Rings and ripples touching trees, bees and other threes…

Venn diagram gods in the dark sparkling, silent night.

Verbs,

Doing their doing and being their being.

Dipping and shooting their arrows,

Flying (?),

Echo through time and galaxies,

With light.

Folds and wrinkles and loops, to wink and swim,

With time.

But only ever imaginable sound.

A velvet vacuum black space between, for sound.

With them I see (+) me,

And with me they see three,

The bell, the sparkle, the tree.


I’m toying around here with poetry to explore the imagery of some numinous experiences. Of course it stretches logic because of the nature of the theme… but is it…

Too vague?

Too wordy?

Or does it light something up for you?

I’d love to hear some thoughts.

I hope you’re having a great weekend, wherever you’re reading from 🍂🍁.

Julie


Other creative writing I’ve been experimenting with is I am… a poem Rose’s Midnite… a poem and A Story: Memories of the World on Fire.


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