Abstract #41 :)
Spring
Poetry is not an opinion expressed. It is a song that rises from a bleeding wound or a smiling mouth - Kahlil Gibran. Colors are not possessions; they are the intimate revelations of an energy field… They are light waves with mathematically precise lengths, and they are deep, resonant mysteries with boundless subjectivity. - Ellen Meloy, The Anthropology of Turquoise: Reflections on Desert, Sea, Stone, and Sky Even a smile waits to burst open come spring. The wind is busy pulling and the green leaves fly to their destination. The butterflies arrive, the moss is touched and the songs begin. Oh to speak of spring is like opening your eyes in wonder. I wait. Copyright © Susy Kamber Song Selection - Dave Matthews Band - Two Step (Live from Central Park)
2025
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Assume Paint and Love
The paint assumes it can be anything it wants and go anywhere within the canvas. Running down a hillside or onto a tree so that it can grow. Curves might become nothing other then what they are meant to become, or maybe much more then they imagine. The paint soothing the flat surface of a canvas that needs it. In the distance a softened sun addresses shadows for the paint to cling to and own. As I too assume paint and love. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved Song Selection - ask the wind - Saah
2025
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Abstract #41 :)
Hidden doorways into space. I think not hidden. so why would we suppose they are? Lost keys found, a change of mind, maybe all the things you find before you get there, that’s what’s hidden, perhaps. Copyright © Susy Kamber Song Selection - #41 · Dave Matthews Band
2025
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