My vision remains unheard,
entangled in my mind–
the only opening
is through my eyes,
extending and gathering
itself in endless
constant revisions
Reflecting winds and seas,
skies and trees,
rocks and roots–
what surrounds has been
invited inside
and dwells without walls
between
And yet I can’t turn
the inner landscape
into sounds that cohere
to understanding–
it remains unconverted
by categories
or translation
A part of being
that permeates
the center
but does not
present itself
within the constraints
of anything at all
For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above. I painted the landscape and then tried two different overlays–one of black paper that was cut in a circle and torn, and one a collage of rock photos in my collage box.
I’m not sure which one I like best, but I like the contrast of light and dark.
K. 
I have this same experience, where I can’t quite get the picture in my head onto paper. A delightful poem, Kerfe and I love your artwork.
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Thanks Robbie. I think it’s a universal experience. But we keep trying…
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I like both versions of the artwork, Kerfe…and how they enhance the image of watchful eyes and go well with the poem. Together, they illustrate how consciousness is beyond the physical body.
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Thanks Sue. The places you visit and photograph contain many dimensions.
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You can’t always capture that… but we try.
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The left-hand version makes the stones more a part of the whole, the right-hand one sets them apart. Both are part of the meaning of the poem.
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Thanks Jane. I seem to live in ambiguity.
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I think most of us do. You recognise it. Most people think the way is clearly traced.
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I would not have seen the scene as an eye, as seen from the side, until reading your words. Now, that’s all I see, the inside (to the right) gathering what is outside.
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Thanks Ken. I see eyes everywhere.
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I see faces – in the pattern of a carpet nap, floor tiles, plaster & stucco, leaves, branches, everywhere.
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Plenty of those around too.
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i love the texture and look of the rock one 🙂
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Thanks Jodi. Nature always adds something…
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Nicely done. I especially like this, ‘My vision remains unheard, entangled in my mind– the only opening is through my eyes, extending and gathering itself in endless constant revisions.’
Aloha. 🌺
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Thanks Bela. I think we all have trouble translating what’s in our mind to something we can communicate.
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Yes, for me it’s more about transmitting the vision, the inspiration, as it is usually beyond even thought. Carry on! 🤗
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