To Palindrome and Back Again.

February 17, 2015

Back from this morning’s Palindrome laboratory and reminded what a mutually beneficial experience facilitating can be.  The stuff everyone wrote was so good, genuinely exciting to be in the room. One of the group members, a particularly talented individual, made the excellent suggestion that I centre my own first draft – ala, vase and hourglass. Such a great idea, considering the content of the piece, with it’s mention made of vases and touching and the passage of time. Here it is in it’s latest get-up.

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The chair stands in an empty room, lit by the light of a lampshade
the shape of a tree, one of those conical conifers, apple green
throwing it’s light like a potter. Meanwhile the chair,
bone white and with the grace of an egg – replies,
a philosophy of shadows. The room is empty
and would have that drama that in certain moods
might stimulate fear – were it not for the flowers,
in the vase, thick and velvety and touching
the glass of the window. It is dark outside –
but here, the light touches everything,
everything touches; the chair…
the vase, the window – the shade
and the can, placed like a statement
on top of a cupboard –
that rests in the corner,
like a sigh, a suitcase
packed for a long journey,
the first page
of a new chapter;
the contents
could be
anything

anything
could be
the contents
of a new chapter;
the first page
packed for a long journey
like a sigh, a suitcase
that rests in the corner
on top of a cupboard –
and the can, placed like a statement
the vase, the window – the shade
everything touches, the chair…
but here, the light touches everything,
the glass of the window. It is dark outside –
in the vase, thick and velvety and touching
might stimulate fear – were it not for the flowers
and would have that drama that in certain moods,
a philosophy of shadows. The room is empty
bone white and with the grace of an egg – replies
throwing it’s light like a potter. Meanwhile the chair,
the shape of a tree, one of those conical conifers, apple green
The chair stands in an empty room, lit by the light of a lampshade.

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