Friday, July 13, 2012

Either Way

sometimes I wish to confess
sometimes I might succumb
sometimes I am too small
I swim in my self-made lake of aspirations
short of respiration, buoyed by inspirations
all of it, everything, lapping
at an edge I might not reach
I lack
I swim
without my glasses 
I'm nearsighted

Ravenna Taylor, "Either Way," 2012, oil on linen over wood, 5 x 7 inches


  1. Beautifully "all of it". I feel buoyed by a dream as I read your words, and the painting is perfect: yellow/black, in/out; which way supersedes the other?


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