Sometimes an idea needs to be mulled over for a while before it can brought forth into physical reality. When I constructed the calligram in last night’s post I was in bed and exhausted. Today I’m still exhausted (and cranky, impatient, irritable, and reactive), but I managed to sit down at the table and draw the thing out so that I could have something that was more in alignment with my vision for the poem.
Here it is:
And the text:
dancing in the wind
grass grows tall and green again