A Lighter Sky

we have a clean white bed, slept late,

a shock to break the ritual. a treat

on a major scale. probably ten.

I think I may like to travel to small places,

old and full of history. deep aged fabrics

stained with the words of time. to touch.

feel the textures, the threads, know that when

all things are sad, there is a happiness to be

found, in these places.

in the ribbon she gave me, in the thoughts,

the gestures from friends, their acknowledgement

of who I am.

. it has been a happy time.


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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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