Mind Carvings

Attempting to define the essence of life's portrait can be daunting. What would we do without language, without words of texture and color to affix on the canvas?

Mind Carvings

Mind relies on carvings to create what it thinks

How tensile this airless life
like a sponge submerged again and again
its weight becomes its intake from all around
seeks relief by disgorging

First a sprinkle
the droplets imagined
spurring cups to runneth over
to flood the pavement of fingers and hand
to float the point of pen
to glide this simple tool
on water ever floating
ice never melting
carving its language signposts
purging its past
welcoming thought's future

So it goes

This mind shaped by what it holds or makes
words but one tool of its amorphous lexicon
ever faithful to be drawn on surface
sung on air
painted on hearts in want

From letters to words
Becoming that which
refuses to be forgotten
patiently lingering in the shadows
anticipating its own discovery