If fear is the anticipation of the arrival of the devastating new, then the shadow animator of fear is hope. A subterranean hope for the demise of the familiar at the delivery of a mysterious, dark token. Let us say that fear is the large black crow, who we run from, & to.
Interesting, these prose poems. I love what you say about them, how they free something within you. …the large black crow, who we run from, & to… alive with imagery and truth! run TO! brilliant. shadow animator of hope – just so – I’ve been aware of that so very recently. sometimes hope can be indecent.
“Sometimes hope can be indecent” – yeah i like that!
Interesting, these prose poems. I love what you say about them, how they free something within you. …the large black crow, who we run from, & to… alive with imagery and truth! run TO! brilliant. shadow animator of hope – just so – I’ve been aware of that so very recently. sometimes hope can be indecent.
“Sometimes hope can be indecent” – yeah i like that!
Nice to see you here again.
M