Description of the image: "Deconstructing poetry with wind. To use nature to physically deconstruct a well-known poem by letting words individually blow in the breeze, when released from the tree. To have the public involved in reconstructing the poem by catching/collecting the words and recording the randomly reassembled new form. The reassembled poem(s) would be displayed as they appear. A contemporary art moment in the spirit of Robert Rauschenberg’s erased de Kooning drawing in 1953."
Carlton Street and Sumach, October 4, 2008.
Poet Tree (Read [poh-i-tree])
A leaf that tumbles in the air
And drifts upon the ground.
A person who sighs and smiles
With eyes that speak no sound.
Poetry is rooted in the earth,
And flies upon the wind.
It is not a sonnet nor a verse,
It’s a feeling from within.
(Mistycalpoet Aug/2010)
You see how right the Master Keats was ...Poems grow as leaves upon a tree !!
absolutely charming write and beautifully succinct. tfs.. john
a poem akin to a leaf from the radiant Tree of Life, Mitycalpoet..I'm having a lovely time here reading your poems.
Reassembled words can induce an entirely new song in a different heart. Clever concept Misty.
This worked very well... Heartily agree. Form must be the quiet backdrop to a heart's voice
Very well said Misty....I like it and definitely agree with you
AND I AM IN FULL AGREEMENT WITH YOU , FOR SHARING THANK YOU ! -Raj
Very interesting and intriguing approach. The fact that each one of us has a different sense of every word results in our seeing the same thing with our own point of view. Maybe we have more in common when we have feelings.