The flow of life is interesting and if we follow the river, amazing discoveries reveal themselves. Things shifted a bit over the past month and a half. I have dived into exploring watercolor and oil pastels. It was something that has nudged me for a while, for several years, in fact. I finally started and it has been an avalanche of creativity. When I first started writing a few months, really writing, the same thing happened. I had an overwhelming outpouring of words that came out in poetry. And then it settled. The same thing seems to be happening now but with a different medium.
So, I’ll follow this riverine path to see where it goes.
As always, take what works and leave the rest.
Imagine this
The Shadows ripple on the floor in shades of grey
The Turkey Vulture sits high a top a cell tower, stark, against a somber sky
Mushrooms appear at the entrance of a trail
But maybe there are no words
Maybe there are no words that capture the meaning and depth
And you imagine and are not struck
Because you must look and see and be struck
But what is it What is it?
There are no words for this
Because it speaks to you in experience
Because it is the language of the planets and the stars
Because it is the whisper, telling you, remember
I bought a beautiful gladiolus from the farmer’s market. It had orange sorbet petals that made my heart sing. As the week went on, I watched new buds birth into more orange sorbet while the older ones faded
and I thought.
beginnings and endings live on the same stem
Inside my torso is the birth of the universe
that moment in
untime
On one side
Still-Ness
On the other
everything all at once
Before
And
After
and
RightnowasIwritethispoem
and
Rightnowasyoureadthispoem
and
Rightrightnowasyouhearthispoem
and
All Between
and
After All
Nicole Vitale 