Thank you, Jay. My game has been to start with my "metaphortograph" and find a poem that resonates with it. This one came aslant, but the quiet association between nature and abandoned men, the sense of enduring grace and dignity, and yes, the silent language that transcends boundaries or categories felt present in both word and image.
Aimee, thank you for sharing this wonderful poetry by Brooklyn. The line “the wind speaks fluent rain” opens something I live often. The difference between movement and direction, between what bends and what falls. I feel the presence of what remains—without trying to hold or explain it. The barns carry more than what they once stored. They lean, they shelter, they stay.
Beautiful imagery💗
Thank you, Jay. My game has been to start with my "metaphortograph" and find a poem that resonates with it. This one came aslant, but the quiet association between nature and abandoned men, the sense of enduring grace and dignity, and yes, the silent language that transcends boundaries or categories felt present in both word and image.
Just beautiful in every way.
Many thanks, Deborah.
Aimee, thank you for sharing this wonderful poetry by Brooklyn. The line “the wind speaks fluent rain” opens something I live often. The difference between movement and direction, between what bends and what falls. I feel the presence of what remains—without trying to hold or explain it. The barns carry more than what they once stored. They lean, they shelter, they stay.
Offers a pause.