light like colourless smoke

very nice.

Aye lye kit!!

If you go into business....I will buy.

love it.

Keep it Lit!

Evocative--I can feel the light touch of that wing.

Brenda, yet another evocative poem with superb imagery from you. 10 stars from me.

Impossible to define. Light becomes the absence of darkness. 10 stars for me.

beautiful, brenda!

Light as whirlwind, as figment of our transcendence, as Rilkean then Handkean Angel, contrasted against the pleroma of dark waters: This is heady stuff, the froth of order finding its way in chaos to become "turmoil in white" again. I love the meshing of the poem with the image. Magnificent, Brenda!

Balthus: 'I wanted to paint a dreaming young girl and what passes through her, not the dream itself. The passing therefore, not the dream.'

A woman is Cassandra-like, waiting for her lover, facing the black sea, but he doesn't come and she must turn away, angel, turmoil in white.

It took quite awhile to create that wing out of her shoulder.

Which is my shoulder, which is me, a photograph my daughter took, a poem that expressed my sadness at the loss of a lover.

The poem is inspired by the photograph and by Margarite Duras's, "The Malady of Death," and the film, "Wings of Desire" (Wenders').

John, I love Rilke, but don't know Handke, and can see I must begin visiting the library more often! A "figment of our transcenance" is very nice... and you've taught me a new word for abundance.

Rose, Dan, Jan, Chris, Christin, Jill, Magi, Carol, Jessie... you've each given me lots to think about - you're all angels on this angel...