Glory of plums, femur of Glory.
Glory of ferns
on a dark platter.
Glory of willows, Glory of Stag beetles
Glory of the long obedience
of the kingfisher.
Glory of waterbirds, Glory
of thirst.
Glory of the Latin
of the dead and their grammar
composed entirely of decay.
Glory of the eyes of my mother
which, when she died, closed
inside her grave,
and opened even more brightly
inside me.
Glory of dark horses
running furiously
inside their own
dark horses.
Ghenga Adesina ~ Glory
Happy Sunday.
Jon Hassel ~ Amsterdam Blue
There’s an element of serendipity, Meri. Glad you like! I have a bit of system, actually. Doesn’t mean it’s instantaneous, finding the right pairings … but I enjoy the process and I am very happy to think the artists and rest of the Pixels audience enjoy the results as well. Thank you for the kind words on FB.
Knox Bronson!! I don’t know how you do this thing you do when you do it so well. What a pairing! I don’t know how you found that poem and I sure don’t know how you found that perfect piece of music. And I thank you from the bottom of my heart, my friend. Feeling deeply heard and seen and understood.