A child draws the outline of a body.
She draws what she can, but it is white all through,
she cannot fill in what she knows is there.
Within the unsupported line, she knows
that life is missing; she has cut
one background from another. Like a child,
she turns to her mother.
And you draw the heart
against the emptiness she has created.
she cannot fill in what she knows is there. Within the unsupported line, she knows that life is missing; ... excellent poem penned on the theme of the source of creation- apparently seems to me; from the nothingness the creation came into existence and again going to nothingness; and the portrait also like that comes from the nothingness and slowly to exhausting
There is that note of sorrow that never knows a better tomorrow, Stark, sharp and impactful.
How nicely my dear friend Louise Gluck you are writing a literary flower with spreading fragrance.
you draw the heart against the emptiness she has created/// beautiful poem penned
Beautiful, Louise. As a parent, that touched my heart