Paul Engle
“Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet’s abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; Out of his grief, delight and rage.”
© 2010
“Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet’s abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; Out of his grief, delight and rage.”
© 2010
July 31, 2010 at 4:58 am
Paul’s words, economical and clear, describe the poet’s curse, the poet’s gift. The colors in the illustraion – from opposite sides of the color wheel – lend themselves to the message, even the liquid blood seemed to be fossilized into sharp shards of orange and yellow light. Nice.
July 31, 2010 at 5:27 am
Thanks for your observations Cindy, always so thoughtful!! LK