Post 233:father, magnolia, collage, studio, South, brain, love
by Carol Bass
GOOD DISCIPLINE
not having your studio for months
boundaries there if wanted
thoughts of my father keep
rolling in
resting deep in my brain
in the midst of cutting and pasting
I love him now
in his absence,
intensely
like the collages
I’ve created
the way he would laugh
hold me way up
tall
in the back yard
so I could climb the magnolia
too sweet for his life
I understand now
and write
cutting, pasting
loving his snoring
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Carol, So wonderfully personal and universal. Sets me to thinking of my father and me as father to my children.
Carol, lovely this poem. Virginia read your poem about the blue birds and cedar wax wings in yoga today. So beautiful! Than you for being you! Peace, Suzi
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Carol, I love all of that, the love, the image MR
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so beautiful…how a beloved one stays us ,,,,is it heart is it brain is it spirit? your poems ask me these questions
Love this Carol!!!!! xoxoxo jackie