there is nothing much to say
but to lie or try
with sentences made to start again--
to talk, and share
about love and the stars
about the forces which take all forms
about the embraces foreseen a long time ago
about the inevitable possibilities
two weeks of silence
revolve around me, a whirlwind
of thoughts collected
into a secret
they are the secrets impossible to share
because truth doesn’t always fit in words
or in mathematical formulas
but you can hold my hand or nod (or both)
I have news ideas or ideas new to me.
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[Picture: Across the street from where I live by reading_is_dangerous] In Moscow, August 2008, artist unknown
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A sinister red bird, overlooking a white lady.
ReplyDeleteThe picture goes very well with your poem. Neither statue or sculpture is sharing their thoughts in what they know, think or have seen, in a conversation with you. So, finally you are here in Moscow and you wait until the surroundings become familar and start relating.
ReplyDeleteCheery, LoisH
//A sinister red bird, overlooking a white lady.//
ReplyDeleteI don't share this feeling
the bird has beautiful wings made ready to glide high, and a sharp eye to see all
he speaks of freedom of movement of wisdom and the dangers of life from which he will protect the white lady like a severe but loving master to a promising pupil (or a totem)
the lady knows nothing but silence and wait maybe dreaming of colours to come.
And yes, there is hope and strength in her smile, in her shoulders. Soon, she will be ready to fly.
it feels right, words and picture : a wind of changes to arise.
It will be you RID who will hold our hands along this path.
By 'sinister' I allude to war, as the bird is lookin over it's left shoulder. Currency with birds looking to the right are 'dexter'.
ReplyDeleteIt's about 'the struggle for the legal tender'.
'nod...'
I thank all those who came back to this page so quickly after I posted a few new words.
ReplyDeleteIn my opinion, looking at this picture of an Eagle and a Girl, I would say that they represent two different kinds of strength : One that blends in with its surroundings, and another that comes out. Of course it remains a matter of perspective, and that's precisely what I find so interesting. :-)
...truth that remains a secret, because it cannot possibly be said aloud, for lack of means to communicate this truth, and truth, a second kind of truth, that can be expressed in such way that two separate consciousness can come to an _identical_ or very similar grasp of it.
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Hello. I'm at a loss for words-- seeing parallels, yet I have no words to write. I come in to catch up with many journeys. My fingers are tongue-tied; still I can walk a mile. :) Until untied, Moscow dreams~
ReplyDeleteS. Tanya