Plate Tectonics…
DISHES IN MY SINK
Layers, zones, parallels,
Phases, moods or age
Are shifting out of sync.
Synchronicity with the sage?
How long does the chameleon suffer
To maintain an unnatural colour?
Or does he fight against natural desire?
Fight with distinction and valour?
I’ve got it all – the package deal!
Packaged life. Packaged feel?
Well, your sync is full of dishes,
And mine is full of art!
BACKGROUND: Have I mentioned my intellectualised, arrogant and impersonal phase? (whoever just shouted, “phase? Seems pretty inbred” is not funny). This is another poem from that time.
I was wanting to run away from, what seemed like, the trappings of being a husband and father and live in a forest all by myself and paint and write all day.
It’s seven years later… I get to paint the world every day now and I am grateful for the opportunity to do that. BUT… I would give up all the art in the world to be able to spend every day cooking for my sons and ending my day with my hands in the sink.
That forest still has an attraction, though.
If one decides (?) to be the man at midnight, its best to still be the man at midday… Just do it Norm…
I’ve flown with you Mate… You can (I’ve seen), they need, you need… Its just right … Just do it.
Really enjoying these musings…
Kinda “Richard Bach” in nature… (Respectfully)
Rich… You’re a legend mate! Thanks for taking the time to read my musings.