“Let the world burn through you. Throw the prism light, white hot, on paper.” – Ray Bradbury, Zen and the Art of Writing,: Essays on Creativity (1990)
a touch of class
the intended frame
never materialized
but your stripes will do
oh, you do
it’s not silly if
it’s true. Mama said,
“brighten your corner.”
Purdy! I must move my prism to a window where the slant of sun actually hits it.
This is just to say…
I am behind in commenting,
but not in reading.
I am in love with the moon,
chin-in-hand,
the fighting hummers,
the heir-raising sprouts,
the unframed refraction.
Thank you for your words!
Cousin, I, too, am reading like mad and not commenting as much as I should. Thank you for coming – and for your red wheelbarrow, glazed with rain, and the plums left in the fridge. ♥