Thursday, February 24, 2011

Addiction is tricky. For example: a man who quit smoking for 11 years spent 15 seconds in an elevator with a man smoking a cigarette. He gave in.
What I'm trying to say is I think I love you again.

There are some feelings that fill you up
that dig their roots into your skin
and never let go
they swell
and blow you over
like wind and waves

For winter’s rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sin;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins
-Algernon Charles Swinburne

Live out of your imagination, not your history. -Stephen R. Covey

Tomorrow is the most important thing in life. Comes into us at midnight very clean. It’s perfect when it arrives and it puts itself in our hands. It hopes we’ve learned something from yesterday.
-John Wayne

"Life isn't divided into genres. It's a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel. You know, with a bit of pornography if you're lucky."

Some days you wake up and immediately start to worry. Nothing in particular is wrong it's just he suspicion that forces are aligning quietly and there will be trouble.

"We artists are indestructible, even in a prison cell or a concentration camp I would be almighty in my world of art. even if I had to paint my pictures with my wet tongue on the dusty floor of my cell." -Pablo Picasso

Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate you never write it quite the way you want to.
-Sylvia Plath

"Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?" - Haruki Murakami

And it’s not “clever lonely” (like Morrissey) or “interesting Lonely” (like Radiohead); it’s “lonely, lonely,” like the way it feels when you’re being hugged by someone and it somehow makes you sadder. -Chuck Klosterman

your mischievous smile
your rather weird hair
your sense of humor
your perverse mind
the occasional annoying conversations
the funny random noises you make
the burning touch of your fingertips on my skin
how you know most of the things on my mind
the way you take my breath away and never give it back

“And girls need cold anger. They need the cold simmer, the ceaseless grudge, the talent to avoid forgiveness, the side stepping of compromise. They need to know when they say something that they will never back down, ever, ever.”
Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West by Gregory MaGuire

1. Whoever comes are the right people.
2. Whatever happens is the only thing that could have.
3. Whenever it starts is the right time.
4. When it's over, it's over.

There is no such thing as the good old days. There is only selective memory.

"In the end, what we regret the most are the chances we never too." -Frasier Crane

"I feel too much. That's what's going on." "Do you think one can feel too much? Or just feel the wrong ways?" "My insides don't match up with my outsides." "Do anyone's insides and outsides match up?" "I don't know. I'm only me." "Maybe that's what a person's personality is: the difference between the inside and the outside." "But it's worse for me." "I wonder if everyone thinks it's worse for him." "Probably."

Thursday, February 17, 2011

What I Love
  • Feelings
  • Nostalgia
  • Touch
  • Flowers
  • Telepathy
  • Snow outside, warm inside
  • Arms & Hands
  • Keeping in touch
  • Coincidences
  • Mornings
  • Meaningfulness
  • Tableclothes


Love is the scars on your knees, the leftover food in the refrigerator, the song the birds sing, the pain you inflict, the sweet nothingness which flutters from your lover's mouth, a half-complete cigarette, diet coke with fizzles on your tongue, the rainbow sprinkles on your cupcake, the battered package you received in the mail the other day, the sound of wind escaping through a small gap in your window, the dampness in your hair, the chipped red varnish on your fingernails, you grandmother's musical box, the ballet shoes you've had since you were five, the music playing on your car stereo, the flaky paint on your walls, the bubblegum stuck under desks, the tooth-fairy, your hands and the things you can make with them, the kisses you blow, the clothes you wear, 5am morning breath, your sensitive teeth, the tingly feeling you get when you get touched at certain parts of your body, the tangles in your lover's hair, sleepless nights, overdosing on painkillers, undeserved success and recognition, telling lies and not getting caught, blacking out from consuming too much alcohol, being desired by multiple parties, solving a mathematical problem, watching the people around you, watching the people fucking up around you, screaming out of your window in the middle of the night, flaming your lover's ex, make-up sex, smudged mascara, disheveled hair and smeared lipstick, the coffee and bagel you digest on a daily basis, little children, silence, recyclable materials, trees, photosynthesis, growth, development

No. Love is
you, I and a careless mixture of everything else we worry about.


I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited. - Silvia Plath

If you believe in love
but fine it difficult to
This is for you.

"In an effort to get people to look into each other's eyes more, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant, I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way. Late at night, I call my long-dstance lover and proudly say: I only used fifty-nine words today, I saved the rest for you. When she doesn't respond, I know she's used up all her words, so I slowly whisper 'I love you' thirty-two and a third times. After that, we just sit on the line and listen to each other breathe."
-Jeffrey McDaniel

no amount of coffee
no amount of crying
no amount of whiskey
no amount of wine
no, nothing else will do
I gotta have you.

Go now, and live.
Experience. Dream. Risk. Close your eyes and jump. Enjoy the freefall. Choose exhilaration over comfort. Choose magic over predictability. Choose potential over safety. Wake up to the magic of everyday life. Make friends with your intuition. Trust your gut. Discover the beauty of uncertainty. Know yourself fully before you make promises to another. Make millions of mistakes so that you will know how to choose what you really need. Know when to hold on and when to let go. Love hard and often and without reservation. Seek knowledge. Open yourself up to possibility. Keep your heart open, your head high and your spirit free. Embrace your darkness along with your light. Be wrong every once in a while, and don't be afraid to admit it. Awaken to the brilliance in ordinary moments. Tell the truth about yourself no matter what the cost. Own your reality without apology. See goodness in the world. Be Bold. Be Fierce. Be Grateful. Be Wild, Crazy and Gloriously Free. Be you.
Go now, and live.
-Jeanette LeBlanc

I hate when I start liking someone because then I start expecting things out of them.

Sufjan Stevens was found in a milk crate on the doorstep of Mr. and Mrs. Stevens, in Detroit, MI, on Canada Day, July 1, 1975. He was wrapped in cellophane, and tagged on the wrist with the mysterious note: “I love you.” Mr. and Mrs. Stevens had three other children: Jo-Jo, Zukey-Dukey, and Jam-Jam. Mrs. Stevens crocheted afghans for the flea market. Mr. Stevens was the custodian at the hospital. They had very little money, but very big hearts. They decided to keep the baby (using the milk crate to hold their National Geographics). They named him Sufjan Stevens, after Abu Sufjan Muhammad, the great Armenian Sufi warrior who slew ten thousand dragons to save the Fairy Princess. Despite his despondent looks, Sufjan was a good kid. Mr. and Mrs. Stevens did the best they could. They fed him carrots, they read him parts of the Bhagavad Gita, they combed his hair, they sang songs and tap-danced in the living room. Things were looking good!

We've got our deepest hopes tattooed on our eyelids, so when we sleep we speak fireworks.

What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls? When you skateboarded down the street at night you could hear everyone's heartbeat, and they could hear yours, sort of like sonar. One weird thing is, I wonder if everyone's hearts would start to beat at the same time, like how women who live together have their menstrual periods at the same time, which I know about, but I don't really want to know about. That would be so weird, except that the place in the hospital where babies are born would sound like a crystal chandelier in a houseboat, because the babies wouldn't have had time to match up their heartbeats yet. And at the finish line at the end of the New York City Marathon it would sound like war.
-Justin Safran Foer

There are things you do
because they feel right
& they may make no sense
& they may make no money
& it may be the real reason
we are here: to love each
other & to eat each other's
cooking & say it was good.
-B. Andreas

Go after her. Fuck, don't sit there and wait for her to call, go after her because that's what you should do if you love someone, don't wait for them to give you a sign cause it might never come, don't let people happen to you, don't let me happen to you, or her, she's not a fucking television show or tornado. There are people I might have loved had they gotten on the airplane or run down the street after me or called me up drunk at four in the morning because they need to tell me right now and because they cannot regret this and I always thought I'd be the only one doing crazy things for people who would never give enough of a fuck to do it back or to act like idiots or be entirely vulnerable and honest and making someone fall in love with you is easy and flying 3000 miles on four days notice because you can't just sit there and do nothing and breathe into telephones is not everyone's idea of love but it is the way I can recognize it because that is what I do. Go scream it and be with her in meaningful ways because that is beautiful and that is generous and that is what loving someone is, that is raw and that is unguarded, and that is all that is worth anything, really.

"You must write every single day of your life. You must lurk in libraries to sniff books like perfumes & wear books like hats upon your crazy heads. May you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. & out of that love, remake a world." - Ray Bradbury

Real courage is when you know you’re licked before you begin but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what. - Atticus Finch

i want to wear your sweatshirt to bed, watch scary movies with you, talk on the phone until sunrise, sneak out at night to look at the stars with you, play your favorite video game, make you watch chick flicks, kiss you in the rain, go on walks with you, laugh until i can't breath, hold hands, build a fort and have a snowball fight, sit in front of the fireplace and talk about life. i want to fall hopelessly in love with you.

"There isn't anyone you couldn't love once you've heard their story." -Mary Lou Kownacki
(Mister Roger's favorite quote)

Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.

i've fallen for you like an amazonian tree.
which is to say:
hard, fast, and although unnoticed by most
of the world's population,
not without great consequence.

"Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark. In the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all, do not let the hero in your soul perish and leave only frustration for the life you deserved, but never have been able to reach. The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours."
-Ayn Rand

"Everything that is beautiful will eventually break our hearts OR our hands will eventually break everything that is beautiful."

The worst mistake you can make is to think you're alive when really, you're asleep in life's waiting room.

"These are not books, lumps of lifeless paper, but minds alive on the shelves." -Gilbert Highet

I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others -- the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad. -Justin Safran Foer

Life is a battle;
Wear your scars with pride.

it's not who you are that holds you back, it's who you think you are not. - anonymous

I am not
I am not what you want
But I turn off the light
and take you out on plush dates
that involve popcorn and
rusty bicycles in Tokyo.
I suck on a pear flavored candy.
I want to be unique.
I want to be the one you love more than anything.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

It’s 4 am. It’s that time when you don’t really understand your own ideas. The coffee makes you cringe a little but you keep drinking because perhaps you can stay awake all night? You know you won’t. You contemplate wheather you should write anything else. Also, there is a brief uncertainty about the spelling of whether.

Once I was beautiful, now I am myself. - Anne Sexton

I can to think that maybe God was what you believed in because you needed to feel you weren't alone. Maybe God was simply that part of yourself that was always there and always strong, even when you were not."

If you don't find a way to create a wall between [writing] and the world, the world will always win.
-Jonathan Safran Foer

I have a healthy appetite for solitude. If you don’t, you have no business being a writer 0Will Self

No one is free. Even the birds are chained to the sky.

"For eating and reading are two pleasures that combine admirably. Of course not all books are suitable for mealtime reading. It would be a kind of blasphemy to read poetry at table. What one wants is a gossipy, formless book which can be opened anywhere" - C. S. Lewis

Every New Year feels this way to me. So much pressure to find something fun to do, so many people to spend time with and make calls to and send texts at the stroke of midnight and then a few moments later, everyone has gone home and things are quiet, and I’m sitting there looking at the floor saying “so this is the new year"
-Ben Gibbard

The happiest people are those who think the most interesting thoughts. Those who decide to use leisure as a means of mental development, who love good music, good books, good pictures, good company, good conversation, are the happiest people in the world. And they are not only happy in themselves, they are the cause of happiness in others.
-William Lyon Phelps

When they are alone they want to be with others, and when they are with others they want to be alone. After all, human beings are like that.

-Gertrude Stein

sometimes I thought about nothing & sometimes I thought about my life. at least I made a living. what kind of living? a living. I lived. it wasn’t easy. & yet. I found out how little is unbearable.
-the history of love nicole krauss

Books are notes from the field, bound and domesticated, life brought into narrow focus… Every one is a brick keeping the building standing. Books are my life. I leave and come back, and the books I find there tell me I’m home. - Joshua Ferris

"We shouldn't teach great books; we should teach a love of reading"
B. F. Skinner

There is no separation between the fallen and the stars
The broken is beautiful

Life's disappoointments are harder to take when you don't know any curse words.
-Calvin and Hobbes

A poem is a small…machine made of words…It’s movement is intrinsic, undulant, a physical more than a literary character.
-W.C. Williams

Reading is everything. Reading makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something, learned something, become a better person. Reading makes me smarter. Reading gives me something to talk about later on. Reading is the unbelievably healthy way my attention deficit disorder medicates itself. Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it’s a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it’s a way of making contact with someone else’s imagination after a day that’s all too real. Reading is grist. Reading is bliss.
-Nora Ephron

when I do poems, it eats up the whole day in a slow lust which I can’t resist.

-sylvia plath, february 1956

"It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all - in which case, you fail by default." - J. K. Rowling

All books are either dreams or swords,
You can cut, or you can drug, with words.

-Amy Lowell

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.
-Rainer Maria Rilke

If only you’d remember before ever you sit down to write that you’ve been a reader long before you were ever a writer. You simply fix that fact in your mind, then sit very still and ask yourself, as a reader, what piece of writing in all the world Buddy Glass would most want to read if he had his heart’s choice. The next step is terrible, but so simple I can hardly believe it as I write it. You just sit down shamelessly and write the thing yourself. I won’t even underline that. It’s too important to be underlined. Oh, dare to do it, Buddy! Trust your heart. You’re a deserving craftsman. It would never betray you. Good night. I’m feeling very much overexcited now, and a little dramatic, but I think I’d give almost anything on earth to see you writing a something, an anything, a story, a poem, a tree, that was really and truly after your own heart.
Love, S.

Only when the last tree
Has been cut down
And the last river
Has dried to a trickle
Will man finally realise
That we cannot eat money
And reciting old proverb
Makes you sound like a twat


Friday, December 11, 2009

How To Greet Death

Greet death
With your hands in your pockets,
Slouched back, cool,
Collected, and confident.
Wear a hit of a grin
And a dash of cologne.
Say What took you so long?
Say You're behind the times, man.
Say Dead is the new black.
Coffin is the new condo.
Pallor is the new tan.
La vida muerta.

Greet death
With a fistful of black-eyed susans,
Butterflies in your stomach,
And two tickets to tomorrow's sunrise.
Wear your father's cufflinks
And your mother's wedding ring.
Say, Kiss me, kiss me.
Say But wait until the sun comes up.
Just until daybreak.
I want to show you something.
Hasta le muerte, te amo.

Greet death
With a knife at your own neck,
Chin up, throat bared,
Cardiac in overdrive.
Wear nothing.
Wear nothing.
Say Bring it on motherfucker!
Say Only on my terms.
Say nothing
And open your throat.
And bleed to completion
El final, el final, el final.

-Gabriel Gadfly


Sunday, October 11, 2009

Why do you stay up so late?

For Russ

I'll tell you, if you really want to know:
remember that day you lost two years ago
at the rockpool wher eyou sat and played the jeweler
with all those stones you'd stolen from the shore?
Most of them went dark and nothing more,
but somethimes one would blink the secret color
it had locked up somewhere in its stony sleep.
this is how you knew the ones to keep.

So I collect the dull things of the day
in which I see some possibility
but which are dead and which have the surprise
I don't know, and I've no pool to help me tell--
so I look at them and look at them until
one thing makes a mirror in my eyes
then I paint it with the tear to make it bright.
This is why I sit up through the night.

-Don Paterson

Sunday, September 20, 2009

After the Bowling Stopped

Last night,
this guy played guitar on stage,
and it made me think of you, because
you play guitar on stage.
So I spent the next fifteen minutes
running a mental slide show.
You gave me half of your egg salad sandwich.
You grab me, because
the smell of gasoline on my fingers
turns you on.
We play Ferris Bueller and
follow a kids’ tour group
at the Institute of Arts.
You bowl five strikes in a row.
Etcetera, etcetera…
I find this still happens a lot.
Someone’s wearing shoes, so
I think of you, because
you wear shoes.
You drink beverages.
You can see how this might be a problem.
Sometimes I just
blurt your name out loud in my apartment
for no reason
like a Tourettes outburst,
and I’m supposed to write this
poem about you,
because I keep saying I’m a poet.
And I’ve been trying
for the three years since you stopped
bowling in my presence, but it keeps coming out like,
I hate you, I hate you
I wish I’d never agreed to
date you.
The day you left,
the sun set for the last time,
the trees wilted,
and happy little creatures ceased to scurry.
My heart
is a block of frozen, solid, petrified, cold, really hard ice
without you.
I don’t need you.
Never did.
Oh, I can write volumes
about every little
I’ve tried to replace you, but
You’re drying up the ink in
all my favorite pens.
You’re hiding all my journals and
shorting out my keyboard.
You are the quintessential cock block,
if I had a cock.
You are the ultimate writer’s block, if…
No, wait, that one works.
The point is,
I know you can eat a whole egg salad sandwich,
but I appreciate the gesture.
And that stretch of 90/94
from Chicago to Rockford has
never been the same
since I drove it home from the end of time.
And when you stayed over this past spring,
you slept on the couch,
took a shower,
and left.
But it took me three days
to take your towel out of the bathroom
and five more to wash it.
I find I can’t really write about something
until I have a little
distance perspective, but you’re still
mashed up against me like a Siamese twin.
And the kicker is
I can’t even say I want you back.
You were all shades of fiasco.
I was only on your mind if I was
waving my arms in front of you.
And having sex with you?!?
I suspect you wouldn’t have known the difference
if I had been inflatable.
And you only gave me the sandwich because you were
So if you asked,
would I take you back?
Yeah I totally would.
And that pisses me off.
But if I was with you right now, I’d be
sitting in some hotel in New York,
getting my ass kicked at Scrabble, or
pitching a makeshift baseball game in
Gettysburg, Pennsylvania.
And my debt would be twice as ridiculous.
And I’d weigh a hundred pounds, because
you supplement eating and sleeping and
not in any good way.
But I wouldn’t be here.
I wouldn’t be
running my stupid life.
You are the rockstar me I’m
too impatient to wait for.
And you’ve got nothing to do with anything.
Most of my friends don’t even know what you look like.
So you’re all mine.
And a terrible kisser
and a really sore loser.
And I suspect you’ll
litter my life with
unfinished pages about the
empty spaces you
left in my apartment
for years to come.
And tonight,
when someone asks to borrow a guitar pick,
or uses the words,
I’ll think of you;
snapshot something somewhere
away from here and today.
Not much I can really do about that, just
thought I’d mention it, because
it was on my mind.

-Thadra Sheridan

Sunday, September 13, 2009

I've tried to say it a thousand different ways. I've tried twisting the words inside out and doubling them back over onto themselves. I've tried coming up with words in different languages, because maybe they have words for this thing (I couldn't say what it is) that we're missing in this one. I've tried saying the same words over and over again in hopes that this time they'll mean what I want them to mean. I've tried writing it down and spelling it out and stressing each syllable across intercontinental static. I've filled up pages and pages of paper with what I'm trying to say, but never with what I mean to say.

Maybe it annoyed you in the end. Maybe I should just stop.

-Loren Barnes


The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right place, but to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.
-Dorothy Nevill

All great truths begin as blasphemies.

We are here on Earth to do good to others. What the others are here for, I don't know. --W.H. Auden

While you weren't listening, all our love songs became sad songs.

Your absence has gone through me like a needle; everything I do is stitched with its color. - W.S. Merwin

No one means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous. ~ Henry Adams

Art, like morality, consists of drawing the line somewhere.

"Out beyond ideas of right-doing and wrong-doing there is a field. I'll meet you there."
- Rumi

You remember and dwell on all the things you've lost and ignore all the things you haven't. Because your scars are like stars. Yet the night stays perfectly black.

A good plan today is better than a perfect plan tomorrow.

When I want my men to remember something important, to really make it stick, I give it to them double dirty. It may not sound nice to some bunch of little old ladies at an afternoon tea party, but it helps my soldiers to remember. You can't run an army without profanity; and it has to be eloquent profanity. An army without profanity couldn't fight its way out of a piss-soaked paper bag. ... As for the types of comments I make, sometimes I just, By God, get carried away with my own eloquence.
-George Patton

A moral being is one who is capable of comparing his past and future actions or motives, and of approving or disapproving of them.

A timid person is frightened before a danger, a coward during the time, and a courageous person afterward.

If my heart was a compass, you’d be North

No one should have to dance backward all of their lives.

Yet, no matter how accurately you write it or mumble it under your breath, it won't change the way things stand between you. A poem, let alone a paragraph, is not a magic spell. And the only people who can write those stay in padded rooms, listening to music no one's ever played.

Happiness is not achieved by the conscious pursuit of happiness; it is generally the by-product of other activities.

Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.
-Oscar Wilde

Every improvement in communication makes the bore more terrible.
- Frank Moore Colby

And you keep whispering the same story to yourself "I'll be unhappy now because that'll make me happy later. Because that's how a story works." So your happiness will always happen later, never now. Life isn't a story. Life is chaos.

"When you trust your point of view, that's when you start taking pictures." - Annie Leibovitz

Silence is often misinterpreted, but never misquoted.

When a woman behaves like a man, why doesn't she behave like a nice man? ~Edith Evans

A university is what a college becomes when the faculty loses interest in students.

You constantly look for a sign and when it's given to you and you don't like the answer, you call it a coincidence. There are no coincidences.

"Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. So you kill the hour. You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, no blood, and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share."
--Mark Z. Danielewski

In case you touch me by accident. In case you don't on purpose. More hope than heaven (more sadness than soil).

"Call no man foe, but never love a stranger." - Stella Benson

You could ink yourself until everyone knows all the things you love. You could wear uniforms that gave you all the authority in the world. Lose weight until there was nothing left. Paint the face. Suck in your gut.
But in the dark, stripped down to your bones, all that remains is you.

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can love. - Zelda Fitzgerald

"Integrity is telling myself the truth. And honesty is telling it to other people." - Spencer Johnston


Mid-Term Examination


Name the three aspects of beauty and give three examples of each.


Integritas, Consonantia, Claritas
Wholeness, Harmony, Clarity

These three are whole:
A note of music
An uncaught trout
A single stone.

These three are harmonious:
The breath of two sleepers
The colors of wood and flame
The pull of muscle on bone.

And these are clear:
Bird song over water
Light lancing from waves
The edge of the moon.

-Paul J. Sampson