THE GIFT OF WORDS
You say I have the gift of words.Someday my words may fail me,
lost in a maze of neurons,
wells of words with no bucket to retrieve them;
or they may tangle on my tongue
like Hannah's yarn after her stroke
when she worried helplessly among her skeins and needles.
Gifts are for giving.
Thus I would bequeath to you a shimmer of words
when I no longer can order them into their patterns.
They will glint like breeze-tossed aspen leaves
or glimmer like showers in sunshine where each drop holds a rainbow.
They will be as numerous as stars, as facets of waves
as moments of our love
and fragrant like water touching parched earth.
They will hold bird song and wind song but, alas,
no Mozart,just their fragments.
no sonnets,
no meaning -
I will scatter them at random on a fragile web
spangled with words and syllables like sequins
and toss it scarf-like over you.
This is my gift.
These computer images are my first attempts to create abstracts entirely on the computer. I hoped that they would look webby and amorphous rather than being a well defined composition.
