Buried In The Feldgang: A Poem From A Quote From A Book From An Idea
dogtrax, Kevin's Meandering Mind, May 10, 2019
I am forever overlapping you; your notes cascading upon me; where shadows loom, you hold the light We meet in the middle, at the bridge – at the break – at the moment of unexpected surrender to the moment of story and song I am melody: nothing, but for the harmony that spans its wings […]

Quote: The Art of Is

I am forever overlapping
you; your notes cascading
upon me; where shadows
loom, you hold the light

We meet in the middle,
at the bridge – at the break –
at the moment of unexpected
surrender to the moment of
story and song

I am melody: nothing, but
for the harmony that spans
its wings beneath

Note: this is a #smallpoem, written in the margins of a community feldgang, with this line as anchor:

“Making art, whether you do it solo or in a group, derives its patterns from everything around us, in an interdependent network.” — Stephen Nachmanovitch, The Art of Is

Others have been leaving poems, too, in the book we are reading together in NowComment, and finding them in the margins of the text is a beautiful moment — a dance along the contours of Nachmanovitch’s ideas, made visible for shared experiences.

Peace (along the margins),
Kevin