Tuesday, March 28, 2006


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Light Dark I

Part of a series of four photographs, this is a closeup of an old piano bench with a black cracked plastic seat. I like to think the play of light is the lingering overtones of all the music that bench has enabled over the years.

copyright Nancy B. Knowles 2006

Thursday, March 23, 2006

At Dusk, the Cold Front

Out of the great nothing
something

You, lighters of lanterns
wait

The stars will illumine your way


They wait for the dark
steady

They watch the winds
swirl

Meanwhile the door
percusses

Asleep the puppy
groans

Out there the bell, old now
clinks


Will the stars fathom my words?
And I their winks?

All around, the forest
roars


copyright Nancy B. Knowles 2006


Friday, March 17, 2006


January
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copyright 2006 Nancy B. Knowles