Quaver
A poem in art
Quaver
It wasn’t the way he kept
the birds in seed,
or how the hours idled in the architecture of his afternoons,
or how he countered distance.
It was color,
and shade,
the way intimation came to him,
but would not settle.
The assertion of quaver.
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My handmade journals, booklets, cards, and paper art are offered here, at the Bind Arts Etsy shop.
oh how I love your art, that, and "the assertion of quaver." Inspired, as usual. Only you, Beth.
You, too, offering a poem. And what you have done here-the art poem, the poem art, the melding of the two is quite extraordinary. I like them all together, yet peer closely at each, then step back. Of course I follow the stitching wanting to feel its story beneath my finger. Wonderful.