Bone Of The Soul


earthy, dark,
below ground.
no crystals here
no cave,
no tight spaces

we have a freedom

I cannot see.
it takes a child to
show to me .

talk of sea spray
early years,
and price of food
these days

tax on bags
and sculleries.

language speaks of other days,
small boys with
m box five
or something.

back to the cathedral
where the book says
it is all for nothing anyway
talk about giving hope away.

a spiritual reduction, a sad deduction
from some who should
know better

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Sonja Benskin Mesher

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I have worked full time as a visual artist since 1999, and have spent those years exploring ways to communicate thoughts and concerns with my paintings, writing and drawingsIts not all you see on the surface, it goes deeper than that. The work goes back many years, what I have seen, experienced, touched and collected.
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