In legal trials, there is a part of the trial they call discovery, where both parties share the details the crime or situation that has brought itself to a trial, and eventually, through opposing arguments, the court seeks to find a judgement.
So many points of feels in this post I connect to ..This line you wrote was
the first thing..."My words would be the scraps of bread left in the forest to help me find my way home".The description of a dream being in a room where secrets were being reavealed gave me goosebumps as I am writing a piece on secrets this very morning.Though I am not a Bob Dylan fan,those are some nice grains of words pouring down in Hour Glass.I appreciate the time you take to share your writing,Dennis.Sometimes it is hard to really find the right words to express why some of us feel compelled to write what we do and in our own ways yet there it is.To me that's what makes Art what it is,connecting the things in between the lines,shapes and experiences as well as finding the writer in the shadows someone to relate to...
Thank you for reading and commenting Art. Diane was a hero for many. Her family created a bursary for second year law students at UBC. https://scholarships.studentscholarships.org/scholarship/4076/diane-kilpatrick-memorial-scholarship
At her celebration of life, they played Beatnik’s Party by Snakefinger.
It was like Diane to have friends snapping fingers at her funeral.
Thanks for the lovely post and poem!♥️
So many points of feels in this post I connect to ..This line you wrote was
the first thing..."My words would be the scraps of bread left in the forest to help me find my way home".The description of a dream being in a room where secrets were being reavealed gave me goosebumps as I am writing a piece on secrets this very morning.Though I am not a Bob Dylan fan,those are some nice grains of words pouring down in Hour Glass.I appreciate the time you take to share your writing,Dennis.Sometimes it is hard to really find the right words to express why some of us feel compelled to write what we do and in our own ways yet there it is.To me that's what makes Art what it is,connecting the things in between the lines,shapes and experiences as well as finding the writer in the shadows someone to relate to...