Saturday, May 19, 2012

playing with fire

  
'you will hear thunder and remember me,
and think: she wanted storms. the rim
of the sky will be the color of hard crimson,
and your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.'
- anna akhmatova






a longing.

silence & incense;
the murmur of tea
being poured
into clay bowls,
almost a prayer.
the smoke. the vapor.
breath.
days.



11 comments:

  1. You made me smile. I have a painting that I painted with Anna Akhmotva poem in mind. I really like this poem. It is really interesting to see the different interpretations we have come up with. Should I ever get a second to breath, I will post a pic on my blog so you can see. Your own words, as always are beautiful.

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  2. words and the work both evoke ahhhhhhhh's. just gorgeous

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  3. Your post and marks complement tea; a perfect combination indeed.

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  4. Oh Anca, this just downright teases me…I just nearly spilt my tea!

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  5. i wonder if you can hear my oohs and ahhs all the way from Australia? Beautiful combinations there Anca. Burnt transparencies - mmmmmm. Love it all.

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  7. I just found your blog and I love it!! Gorgeous! I'm a follower now.

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  8. i find this so captivating, daring, eye catching. thank you.

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