Filling Holes and Collecting Soul

Leg-wrapped and anxious, she flies with swirls. She touches and presses,
she blows; senseless seams of sky.

Give her wide and distance the passage. Marking next, filling holes and
collecting soul.

Patterns of light and the mystique of rhythm; images left, but replaced tomorrow.

Graceful and thoughtful, she swirls in beat, in wings of collection.

Quiet – senseless seams of sky that in dark, are filled to the beat.


About Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, the Democratic Socialists of America and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities. I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.
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1 Response to Filling Holes and Collecting Soul

  1. Good to see you’re writing again. How’s things? ~scott

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