reflections in word and song
As promised, the Japanese Tanka on Silence, in honor of every awkward waiting-room-train-platform moment, and the gap between my posts, that measures the audible space between humans.
Vincent H. Anastasi 2015
This silence is raw,
like the skinned elbow of Time,
and you and I sit
immutable and awkward:
two columns of decorum.
I am a lover of words - the way they sing together in neat or sprawling lines upon the page, conducted by the great wordsmiths of all time. The way a sudden turn of phrase or surprising combination of sounds resonates with the deep within me, causing pause: moments of reflection and appreciation that transcend the superficial babblings and paltry visions of the infantile. Here at the deepening ground, it is my intent to make time and space for the reflection, appreciation, and creative imaginings that sustain the human soul. View more posts
I challenge you – this needs artwork. What would you draw? Would it lead one to laugh or smirk, or would it just be simple, stilted, awkward lines that scorn this “decorum?”
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