“the rain of one afternoon”

“the rain of one afternoon”

“These beautiful words look like the rain of one afternoon when we are alone watching this landscape behind the blind of water.. and their sad and lovely sound performs the luth of solitude.” – written by Opus Mang, Paris

The words and the work are about time. time in our lives, time when we are alone, time that is a memory. Only one minute can pass, and all things change. Each one of my works is about the passing of time, the changes, and the events. 

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.flying.

ran out yesterday

lost you completely with the pattern in the sky

the leaves on the oak

on the mountain.       i lost you

 

 

you left the group

took off and flew

 

flight was not sustained

hovering over past demeanours

faltered

landed carefully

 

in disappointment hugging

affirming it did not matter

 

 

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