Posted on April 22, 2017April 22, 2017 by Luisa A. IgloriaWaiting Some nights I am blank as a sheet without creases, the interval before water stretches and swells into wave. Share this:TwitterEmailPrint
Thinking about it again this A.M., it reminded me of one of my favorite paintings, John Marin’s The Written Sea. Your poem is more like the other side of the sea (the unwritten part, if you will). Reply
I like this a lot.
Thinking about it again this A.M., it reminded me of one of my favorite paintings, John Marin’s The Written Sea. Your poem is more like the other side of the sea (the unwritten part, if you will).