The water colourist will know within himself the moment that the work is finished and yet and yet Letting go and yet is hard to do he goes back time and time again to add a bit fine tune a bit The parents know or thicken up the time has come an arabesque the child a child no more until the sparkle's gone They must let go the form is lost. Letting go is good to do! let go! De- cluttering the house... so much stuff we do not want will never use why can we never let it go? Carl, stunt man Opportunities for the films so rarely come our way friend of mine we must not driving his (special) Austen Healey let THEM go! spun it on a patch of ice. To let the car correct itself he took his hands from the steering wheel. The car, like a well-trained working dog rewarded him for trusting it. Letting go -- And yet both vice And yet and virtue. And yet he did not wholly let go of the reins -- his feet were busy all the while -- doing what, I never fully understood.
The subject was suggested by Claudia for Poetics at dVerse Poets This form is something I have just begun to toy with. As you see, I have called it a cloud poem. You find your own way through it. There is o right way or wrong way. Unfortunately it does not lend itself very well to blogging, preferring the landscape format, but I thought it might be fun to try. (I' sure someone will tell me it's been done - it always has been in the world of art.)