Landscape with Jar
(after Wallace Stevens)
What vanishes more readily than the breakable
and transparent? Not here, not now, it says,
never voluble in the morning. I have work.
The horizon exists simply in perception.
Try to touch it – the hill meets the sky
only from afar, offering discordance
up close, no measurement possible.
And among the trees and vines, a glimmer
of spite, twisted open. Moving closer, we see
through. We see rocks, a bird. We see air.
“Landscape with Jar” was first published in Birch Gang Review in July 2017.
O at the Edges 
Love it x
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Thank you very much!
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Thank you for sharing your beautiful words x
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You’re very kind!
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Every time I try to share on Facebook I get “Your message couldn’t be sent because it includes content that other people on Facebook have reported as abusive.” This seems so absurd! Why is it happening?
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That’s so odd! I have no idea why that’s happening.
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This is wonderful, more ink to your pen Bob.
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Thank you, A-Jay.
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I really like the art model also along with the birds, I mean words. I use doll-like imagery in my art also; as not uncommon as that is.
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Beautiful writing, thanks for sharing
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Thank you!
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