5-29-08

I never chose to give this poem a title- I think it adds to the idea of my frustration of not being able to express my thoughts. Although, in this case it was a good thing that I never told this particular boy that this poem was about him- I was so naive then =P

The words I cannot seem to find are

locked up,

                      chained down,

in a castle of fear and doubt.

I open my mouth to speak;

my heart rushed up to meet my tongue, but it will not,

cannot escape to you.

This music frees my soul /

makes my words dance like butterfiles / / /

now the fire within me shines-

brighter than I ever though it could.

This is an example of printamaking by Ortansa Moraru. It is entitled "Butterfly" and was created in 2003.

It uses black and white xylography on linden, printed on Japanese paper.