The Wet and The Woven
Return to Light
Looking inward I saw the darkened envelopment of searing emptiness, it seemed enormous in scope. Opening my eyes the visible weather was identical to how I felt. Dark and dreary lays the times on us. It will though change as the clouds pass, the sunshine emerges and leaves become turned again into shades of green. This I know. Will I too be lifted, a returned hope for life as I knew it? Pray my soul to be restored as my closed eyes see the beginnings of light. S. Kamber
2024
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Curvature of Rain
Ezio Bosso: Rain, In Your Black Eyes https://youtu.be/rVpMluGD4Sc?si=IWZf7pl58ta7C0hW The curvature of rain is about to beat on my face. I heard it the same way when I traveled on the paddle boat long ago. The sound of water slipping by me. It wasn’t intense back then, no it was soft and just a mellow parting of the stream. I sat on that boat for it seems like such a short time. Nirvana was with me speaking softly. She was music, forming a chorus around the water. Turning the blue to gold. Where has that chorus gone. The rain pounds inside me now and over the city I search for gold within a depleted once bosky forest. A long time ago to remember. Susy Kamber
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The Wet and The Woven
Enveloped in the sojourn of nature I woke up. Something inside the innocence and quiet opened my eyes. The ducks parading in the water, pushing the waves further. The trees moving forward the wind... Blurred and aroused. In the wide open field birds sing their laughter. Come night songs in blue. Like waves of an ocean. Flowing directly to you. A transparent melody. The mixture of such. Sings the wet and the woven. To exist. Is to love. Susy Kamber
2024
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