tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984195532884580114.post4624716745166764848..comments2023-10-21T11:20:02.707+01:00Comments on Jacqueline Nicholls: omer drawings week 3. days 15-21Jacqueline Nichollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10213881035348650757noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984195532884580114.post-39310304217012091922011-05-10T17:20:36.251+01:002011-05-10T17:20:36.251+01:00These are all just extraordinary. Considering the...These are all just extraordinary. Considering the period of the Omer is the "trek through the desert," I think the "i'm still alive" aspect is just fabulous!Ketzirahhttp://www.peelapom.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984195532884580114.post-76731644729907338982011-05-10T17:05:34.408+01:002011-05-10T17:05:34.408+01:00Time is a silent giant, furious for blood
A sea-st...Time is a silent giant, furious for blood<br />A sea-starved stevedore, desperate for flood. <br />He will have his way with you<br />Brushing out your lavish locks<br />Like a child obsessed.<br />Tossing your bones in a froth of foam<br />Parching your skin on heated beams. <br /><br />Time will tattoo a frown<br />Onto that porcelain pout<br />Spotting your hands, veining fatted calves<br />Letting tears dry out<br />Like letters written in sand. <br /><br />Stretch every sinew to outrun him<br />Before the tide turns, <br />His weak but constant forces<br />March with infinite patience<br />Over curling folds of flesh. <br /><br />So spread wide your web of tingling nerve-ends<br />Under the starlit sky,<br />Entangle him with memories<br />To crash through the stiff cross-hatching<br />Of a thousand generations. <br /><br />Encode ensnaring patterns into his repeated rhythms<br />Punctuate his seasons with reasons of your own. <br />You will not feel resistance, <br />Just ever-tightened coils<br />Of riddling existence. <br /><br />Time reduces all the places, all the faces<br />You love and know<br />To corrupted plumes of dust, fumes of rust<br />Settling to horizons<br />Like the unblemished snow. <br /><br />Time will shred your hopes on icy slopes of brevity<br />Distilling dreams to the last drop of despair. <br /><br />Time is all and all is time<br />Life is brief<br />Like the shadow <br />Of a falling leaf.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984195532884580114.post-10843465203886132552011-05-10T17:03:33.726+01:002011-05-10T17:03:33.726+01:00really like this idea Jaq... first time i ever cou...really like this idea Jaq... first time i ever counted, i felt time move faster and aging became terrifying.. so can totally empathise with the detritus as the subject of the drawings...<br />AdAdamnoreply@blogger.com