Observers of the world are we
We watch, we listen, we think,
we process, we analyze, we write...
you create images that connect --
in poems that delight --
in poems that surprise --
drawing images in your word paintings...


In response to what you've written:

Words To Lift To Place
for Peggy & Arthur

a poem a wall we build, assembling sound shapes

with these we connect, we skin out drums

how often, upon my ear you've whispered
over this instrument, over the years


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2006
10:39 p.m. 30/march/06