Sketchbook  Karina Klesko, US and Jerry Bravi, CA

 

 

COLLAGE MACHINE II

 

 

 

On shafts of light  she pierced my world and sang her secret song. Amidst her notes I slept one day so missed the coming dawn and like a gust of wind she's gone. gerry bravi

 

 

 

 

Of things past I sometimes think But reflections seldom linger Mind full of eternity I move on  Sounds of the treadmill Drowning my history gerry bravi

 

 

 

 

things take shape or is it shapes ? in the geometry of life some drift like cats within the mist so hikers do take care but some like virgin blocks of clay just wait for us to shape them  gerry bravi

 

 

 

 

I walk around
just a pilgrim or a tourist seeking to comprehend
I walk around 
never knowing why from a path full of exits I seldom ever stray
I just walk
stopping in the middle at the close of everyday
standing in the empty
unwinding in the still
it always ends that way

gerry bravi

 

 

 

 

whiskey pours from bottles
the blues stream from horns
but the world still unravels
whiskey pours from bottles
though never drowns my troubles
ever this crown of thorns
whiskey pours from bottles
the blues stream from horns

gerry bravi

 

 

 

 

Strangers we met in the early morn. On tiptoes I moved so as not to alarm I could hear you, could you perceive me? A handful of music, here and then there, in a garden full of need. Plucked from the chaos, two became one. No longer strangers. There, it was done. Was there ever, but one? gerri bravi

 

Read Sprigs of Holly
A collaborative Christmas Renga

 

 

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