hmmmm… fragment

but then, things aren’t made to last, they’re made to fall apart.
so I said as i read the things I held in eyes and hands
and my heart sang in a silly voice, wry, wry, wry?

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5 Responses to hmmmm… fragment

  1. damyantig says:

    Hi Rick, Just to tell you, two of my poems inspired by your pictures got published on a local Malaysian poetry site:

    Thanks once again for the pictures, and for the opportunity to write about them.


  2. johemmant says:

    have a good trip, keep safe.


  3. marlowe44 says:

    What you have created here, on this blog, in this world, is unique. It seems to illustrate that Art is accessible to all, to many interpretations. You have something in mind, or perhaps it is in a state of flux as you paint. You put up one of your paintings as an image prompt, and the gears of poetry begin grinding, as many voices, many experiences find their ragged way to your storybook collaborative. It must be both gratifiying and mystifying for you to witness the depth and variety of ways your work is perceived.



  4. Angry Ballerina says:

    Wow, thats so applicable to me right now. Funny how things like that happen….Where u going??


  5. rick mobbs says:

    AB, Off to the Grand Canyon. Just getting back now.

    marlow, that’s exactly right. Both gratifying and mystifying.

    Thanks, Jo. The trip was incredible, incredible. I’ll post some pics when I get back home.

    Congratulations, Damyantig. I enjoyed the work and the website. I’ll browse around there again.


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