I could see words drying on a line washed and dripping under a half sun, moisture fragrant pushed by midday breezes, forming a message of thoughts without speaking, yet resonating within the seed of understanding where the horizon gathers up the remainder of day pulsing with energy to finally set
smoldering residue the invisible below, the surface challenged, a psalm in sunlight, a road leading home, ghosts with wisdom, scholars misunderstood, a passage of hope, a hand full of help, a shoulder worth bearing, a compass forward, a door and another door, the message received, the quiet within creates order
fair winds circled past open windows teasing checked and striped curtains snapping their ends against red stained brick walls signaling like a ship messages to the sky
There’s an element of searching a strong unwritten text reminders of miracles wasted in an alley or a hallway without lights where vapors dribble out confessions like the street artist with a crooked crescent smile chalking his drawings providing them with a soul and eyes that follow and a woman silent … More SIDEWALK AFTERNOON
Water filled words the start of growing dripping thoughts shadows looking for a shape to become a sound it’s the last part of the best the chance to explain and the reasons lost from silence the half note becoming complete the message received the gold of knowing the walk not alone the story … More OVERFLOWING
Roger Singer 