bird

by Ron Dowd on June 13, 2010

in My Gestaltung, Text

bird
bird

i read that the body is a depression
and wanted you more.

and walking to the car
weary from the waiting

thinking of the day to come

a single bird
voiced what i’d yearned to grasp

wanted to have
translated into form.

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Robert G. Longpré June 29, 2010 at 10:17 am

The art work fits the poem – The words evoke an unconscious resonance that are felt more than understood. Thanks, Ron,

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Ron Dowd June 30, 2010 at 9:08 am

Funny how sometimes the fit works, sometimes it doesn’t. When I try to make such a fit work it invariably doesn’t! I guess that the acting of performing the fit has to come from the right place, a playful, open sense of working…

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Colleen Loehr June 24, 2010 at 12:45 am

Piercing, honest, mysterious little poem. Thank you.

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Ron Dowd June 25, 2010 at 4:19 pm

Thanks for your comment Colleen

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