~wings of flight~
Ophelia
Ray Johnson
sea somewhere
said last good bye
a parti-colored line
of letter-leaves
is stretched into
the sunset
the verses cover clouds
in close print
Ophelia
the name of primal yearning
for those
who drifting in the stream of ages
create a patch of light
with brush of solar beam
at School of CorresponDANCE
bits of mail
are sent to death
and bear triangle stamp
Ray Johnson
waves form lines for notes
of long-awaited letter
homing-pigeon
pecks one by one
the twinkling lights of night
Ophelia … Ray Johnson
…..wings of flight…..
[This poem was first published in English in American Open Mike ChicagoPoetry.com Press, 2005 on page 33. It was inspired by life, death, and creative work of Ray Johnson.]
2 comments:
natalia, loved your poem & thanks
for introducing me to ray johnson.
at the present time,there is a "artists trading cards" movement; sounds a little like what he did.
pamela
Dear Pamela,
Thank you for your kind comment.
I've heard about a "artists trading cards" movement and planned to look into it one of these days. Thank you for reminding me.
All the best,
Natalia
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