SHAPES UNFOLDING

                                 'Fragmentation'  by  Trish

There's a shadow, a form, a body, catches my imagination.

But I'm hobbled  by my anxiety, and  my frustration.

Legs, arms, hands, feet, the body parts as such,

Other than, eyes, ears and mouth, never interested  me much.

But as with many things, my interest has changed of late,

It's as if I'm seeing from out side in, for me, an other state,

To that I've always known, in fact, it's positively brand new.
 I'll breathe the body's language, it'll know what to do.


'Take soft brushes', it says, 'stroke hues, upon womens' flesh,
Gentle shade upon  their landscape, places for them to rest.
Sculpt a fountain, surounded by sand, a sacred meeting place,
With streams of living water, cascading, over, all women's grace'.

Tushie