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Curl you dark demon
of tile and glass,
flee not the eyes that crave
for justification.

It is I that hovers,
I that linger
in all your shadows.

Cringe you, cringe!
Your unfathomed spiral
is also mine.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2011-04-19 at 21:56

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A compelling image of tension, of push-pull, pushing away, yet finding something in common with the very thing that you command to "curl... and... cringe."

The "I" too is in tension—hovering and lingering.

You seem to tap into the tensions of life, the apparently simple in tension with hidden complexities. This becomes more apparent after looking at your paintings—two children looking out of a window, or birch bark.

Happy Easter,
jim
2011-04-20