Friday, May 26, 2006


Nature told me I could wake up one morning and not know it.
I told her that then she could salute me with a golden float.
When all these things we have come to love pass by,
the world will be empty and alone.
How strange this place will be without my practicing eye.
How devoid of charm that residue of foam.


Blogger Rodrigo said...

lovely and calm.
Kinda feels like a mirror, me sitting here lookin in at the frog looking into the artifact/totem.


9:04 AM  
Blogger Tom Dougherty said...

I think I like your poetry as much as I like your artwork. You have a real gift for it.

12:40 PM  
Blogger Dav said...

Excellent! I really like your strange poetic art!

4:27 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Jim, this is your genius. What a remarkable blend of poetry and image. You make the rest of humanity seem as some withering leaf, honest you do.

3:24 AM  
Blogger Yogendra Rawat said...

i went through all your posts , they all are wonderful and your words are shear music .

8:55 AM  
Blogger Cie Cheesemeister said...

How appropriate the poem is to the picture! Nice froggy, contemplating the passing of time. A tad melancholy, or maybe just pensive. Either way, very moving.

12:08 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

I like this frog... And his thoughts.

1:41 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

you've got some really cool artwork. i really like this one!

6:21 PM  
Blogger Jeremy Smith said...

Don't stop.
We will punish you if you stop.
We need this.

12:30 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Super color scheme, I like it! Keep up the good work. Thanks for sharing this wonderful site with us.

3:59 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Really amazing! Useful information. All the best.

11:20 AM  

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