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WEATHERED FACES AND TETHERED LINES CONNECT US
Friday June 19, 2015
Plaint splashes. Painter leaves. Returns. Another splash. Another day – another.
Writing?
Can’t splash, then dash.
Blending thoughts, swirling.
Dust wisps, hot summer day, sifted, seasoned, stirred. That kind. Cannot put single word on this page, then walk away.
Page is dike, capturing word leaks.
Page sponge, captures tears, fears, delivers belly to brain. Self, to self. Unspoken truth, feeling’s depth.
Where were you when you knew what you know?
When was it you knew?
Who taught you?
Feel – have values, opinions? Think, to care?
Does it matter now?
Did it, ever?
Cannot explain anything without depth, and heft.
Fathers.
Gone, vanished – left so much, themselves, built into us.
Limp or weary, departed or dead, they held us up – standing, no need for paint splashed or wrinkle lines drawn – or written.
Just are.
Will always.
Connect us.
Mark Kolke
column written/ published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 10C/50F, overcast, moisture laden morning breeze (more rain predicted today), long heavy train rumbling by, Gusta sniffing rabbit trail while the rabbit sits happily safe a half-block ahead [at these moments one doubts one’s dog’s intelligence] which amuses me. I expect the rabbit is amused as well ...
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