Sunday, June 8, 2008

Musings

So, I missed sharing in your last dive, which meant...I sat alone at home for two hours...
... then at Shirley's for another three, which culminated into five hours
spent away from you. In two more days, I'll have a lot more of
those kinds of hours.
I sat almost meditative studying each centimeter, every texture,
eyelash and hair strand,translating them to form, shape, shade,
light and shadow.
I've caressed your visage with more than a thousand pencil strokes and yet... It will never do you justice.Galatea, my muse, should I envy Pygmalion?

3 comments:

Sean said...

Great combination of visual and verbal poetry.

Passion will do that, eh.

Apparently, there's much more to the Beachcomber than just lore. ;)

The Beachcomber said...

I was once told that I was 80% passion and 20% practical. I know you get me, Sean. Thanks.

Whimsy Peddler said...

I'm honored to have the original in hand.