This pastel drawing of She Is Supported from The Darkness
inspired the following poem:
My snails are not poems
but thoughts
slowly they begin their journey
from that foreign lost place
to me
or is it I am lost
they know where they are
and as I stumble about
in my woods of nothing
they head off after me
and in my bumblings
suddenly I cross their path
or they fall upon me
they have been trying to
catch up with me for years
that flicker in the darkness
the uh huh.
the thing von franz gave herself
10 years to know
I fell upon it or it caught
up with me
33 years later....
the real moon
not this stoney thing in the sky
the moon eternal
the one she imagined
the one she dreamt she was on
inspired the following poem:
My snails are not poems
but thoughts
slowly they begin their journey
from that foreign lost place
to me
or is it I am lost
they know where they are
and as I stumble about
in my woods of nothing
they head off after me
and in my bumblings
suddenly I cross their path
or they fall upon me
they have been trying to
catch up with me for years
that flicker in the darkness
the uh huh.
the thing von franz gave herself
10 years to know
I fell upon it or it caught
up with me
33 years later....
the real moon
not this stoney thing in the sky
the moon eternal
the one she imagined
the one she dreamt she was on
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