I know it's been a long time since my last post. March was a month of hell as far as work goes, and this next one doesn't look much better, but I'll be trying to post some highlights from my Rome trip in the form of concise (as much as possible) journal entries and some pictures as well in the next few days or so. I'm also hoping to have time for a review or two, but time is short so we'll see.
This is a poem I wrote based on a subject that Ashley gave me as a starting point. Then it developed a bit and took on a whole new meaning entirely, which is where all good starting points should lead.
Shapes
What say you, I cried, O dollop of cotton?
You in your intangible transitory imagination
What do you contain of destiny?
What say you of the past?
Or are you merely the romance of grassy lovers
Content with uncertainty, fleeting and ephemeral
The shape of things to come, unseen by one
Yet so plainly revealed to the other
The elephant in the newly painted blue room
Coming between them already, even as it changes
Dissipating into nebulous vapor
A wisp of a dream that was once a future
Blending into the deepening shades
And is gone forever.
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