Friday, May 1, 2015

Grey Mist

Since Franis EAngel has left a couple interesting comments on Facebook regarding my playing around with de Bono's ideas on lateral thinking again, today's improvisational sketch began with an "F."  F Dorian to be specific, with a tinge  of grey.  Still playing with it, and there are no words for what the notes are saying.  May I be able to find the melodies the grey mist is hiding, evoking or otherwise in between.

No where to go,               The notes are waiting ...  the mist flaying

no need to understand

respond with the hearts hand

broken phrases


vibrate to

the other land

Photo by Harry Thomas

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