60...(in child's Time
some Stone age)
springing from and encircling
A flower in a spiral shell,
what a lovely shell,
With delicate heart,
patterns coil, curl,
against the open mouth of a Monster,
rising up between
successive whorls of the starry stream.
Vast clouds roll in heavy before the wind
drawn to the stars
in patterns too intricate for our eyes
. . . . . . . .
The Seattle UrbanSketchers met in the International District for today's worldwide sketch crawl, where I did this sketch of the pavilion in Hing Hay Park. A pair of elderly men were practicing qi gong to music, which provided a wonderful ambiance.
The OED word of the day for today's erasure poem is 'whorl.'
2 comments:
Beautiful! What wonderful color.
Thanks, Gail!! I'll get this on the USk site when my company is gone & I have more time!
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