… sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone in you, the next a star.
Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Sunset” in Selected Poems, trans. Robert Bly (via proustitute)
uutpoetry:

The Illusion

1.

The illusion of freedom:
an island garden
shining and glittering
on the flat lake
leaving no mark.

Gradually, over many years,
the birds came
openly, as though
trying to change.

2.

The humanizing sun
cannot be trusted,
not even whole words.

Meaning
is a love of endings:
the boat rocking
in exile forever
shimmering with distractions.

seed text: Louise Gluck, Poems 1962-2012art by scaraboushka

uutpoetry:

The Illusion

1.

The illusion of freedom:
an island garden
shining and glittering
on the flat lake
leaving no mark.

Gradually, over many years,
the birds came
openly, as though
trying to change.

2.

The humanizing sun
cannot be trusted,
not even whole words.

Meaning
is a love of endings:
the boat rocking
in exile forever
shimmering with distractions.


seed text: Louise Gluck, Poems 1962-2012
art by scaraboushka