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three months after the accident
the bruise beneath my fingernail
looks like a Chinese brush painting
made with blood
a tree on a hilltop
overlooking the sunset
all of it slowly floating away
complete with calligraphed characters
in the upper right hand corner
emphasizing the impermanence of things
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That is a really lovely poem, and I'm glad you can find such beauty in it.
ReplyDeleteBut I'll be honest: I've seen it and all I could think was "ew, poor finger."
You can only think, "Ewww," so many times before you have to turn it into art. : ) (And I'd like to believe the "ew" factor excuses the mix of Japanese and Chinese aesthetics . . .) Win-win.
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