Monday, April 16, 2012


This was a tough one, usually I work on visual poems for days, not hours. The chambered nautalis is ancient, beautiful and immortal. Here is a quick sketch on a harried day.

The Eye of the Nautilus

I started a small idea.
   Reason, calm notion.
      I was a periwinkle Nautilus.

I grew in width, depth.
   A whorl of peace.
         I was peaceful.

I ended chambered in grace.
   Each chamber a room.
      Knowledgeable, receptive.
         Peaceful, my own best friend.

I was salt water given form.
   I was my own universe.

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