poems and a sketch of a tree in Tompkins Square Park in the pack of my date book...I don't have the tech skills yet to clean up the photo but I want to contrast the writing with the key board which is part of my art -- it is all my art...
Tompkins
Lost souls
sit in Tompkins Square Park
waiting as if some bus
will arrive
but it ain't ever going to arrive,
toothless, vicious cycles, broken dreams and needles,
empty bottles of cheap alcohol and drugs,
under the stunning green canopy Tompkins
Tompkins
light illuminates
magnificent trees
connecting living tapestry
shelter from chaotic city
swaying softly
beauty
living canvas
enduring stories
poetry alive at peace
I am at peace rich moments precious quietude
under the stunning green tapestry
*hard to read my quick notes but this is the jist of my poems...one rough real one too pretty.
Also on the page with the drawing and poems wrote this down...
"A Survivor once said to me when the desire to live becomes greater than the pain inflicted on you, you cease to be a victim and you become a survivor. "
Leslyn Stewart widow of Det. Dillion Stewart
http://suzannahbtroy.blogspot.com/2008/01/found-karl-last-night-and-2-poems-about.html
http://suzannahbtroy.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-valentines-to-my-neighborhood.html
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