Letters never meaning to send, I make your marbled paper, ebru, Turkish word for cloud
Marbled paper, 'security paper' to prevent illicit change in your passionate text
16th century, you my love are the art of marbling, a decorative insert, Album Amicorum, Prague, bookbinding material
Marbling, depositing colors upon your watery surface made thick through starchy, gum tragacanth, I mix ox gall, making your paper
Letters never meaning to send causing the marbled white satin to expand into thin films that keeps us from commingling with one another
Making your paper, I finish your pattern with my finger after which a sheet of paper is laid on you to absorb the Turkish pattern
hatip-ebrusu, flower pattern named after Mehmet Efendi, marbler and preacher hatip in the Aya Sophia mosque
I bring half of the sheet down over you and you are subjected to pressure as I brush you with egg whites and polish your white satin
to give it a washed appearance ... do you know how much I adore passionate calligraphy? Making your paper: Nights in White Satin ... Letters never meaning to send ...
this is wonderful, those words often move thru my mind...letters i've written, never meaning to send...much of my poetry has started that way. you are very talented.
Sage
I agree with Jerry, this is exquisite...
You have touched your zenith of creation with this delightful and sensitive romantic poem..
Press on towards that high calling Sage !
Peter
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on June 22, 2006
THIS is exquisite and (I hate this next word) awesome! I think that you delved deep for this one, and if not, don't tell me you didn
t, let me have my fantasy. What a creative and spiritual-like love poem, Sage. I am . . . This is good.
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I agree with Jerry, this is exquisite...
You have touched your zenith of creation with this delightful and sensitive romantic poem..
Press on towards that high calling Sage !
Peter
t, let me have my fantasy. What a creative and spiritual-like love poem, Sage. I am . . . This is good.
Susan