I see my mind as a tapestry woven through with memories, dreams and thoughts.

Sunday, 5 June 2011

Sunday Snippet

... because I always begin with paper ...

Surreal Relationship

Paper lay before me;
turned it lazily in my head
this way and that,
but there was nothing there
except the interest of
- nothing.

No thing but paper
softly resting its hard edges on the table's,
mirroring those hard edges
and the space between them; divisible.

Both, in being there, accentuating
the other's presence;
table building paper
to a large expanse of nothing there,
but revealing minute pits in paper's surface;
denoting something.

Table receding to become a backdrop
for paper marking the size of table
in relation to itself;
a holding quality;
table holding paper holding thoughts.


Ann Sharples

10 comments:

Fashion, Art and other fancies said...

This morning I can see my vivid thoughts dancing on snow white paper. It must be the yellow of the sun... Have a sweet Sunday, my lovely xx

steven said...

aguja - a moment holding moments unpacked exquisitely! steven

aguja said...

Thank you both for your delightful comments - much appreciated.

Spangle said...

Beautiful piece. I love how you build the anticipation of writing on a crisp, white sheet of paper.

Melissa Sarno said...

Beautiful, beautiful. I love the physical and emotional relationship you describe between paper and table and thoughts.

Olga said...

Wonderful post with amazing poetry, with fuel for future thoughts.

Style, She Wrote said...

So descriptive! xo style, she wrote

aguja said...

Thanks a million - todos!

Pagan Sphinx said...

I'm sorry to be so woefully ignorant, but are you Ann, the author of the poem?

I love it, regardless. Thank you.

aguja said...

Yes. I admit to being the author. I have been trying to post again on your homelessness post, but my words keep disappearing. I shall continue to try!