Morning Song

Across a morning sky

White wads steadily

Accumulate…clouds

Drift and shift

Changing form and narrative

An ancient language

Beyond words and verse

Beyond installation and place

A blue canvas in transition

Troubadours in space

Clouds…in silent bellow

A story unfolds…

 

Thatcher Doran

 

 

 

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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