Sheila E. Murphy
One quiet flower in a field of lavender collects the mind, the eye, finds rest. A postcard photograph turned real, a whispered life page. In which chores remain the chores, these filaments of near completion. If I tell you what I know, then will you know as well? Complicit history reveals a lip-read tattle told when young. Interpretation is an act (to follow). Pieces unassembled reach beyond a finish line hypothesized. The senses catch attention like a cold. Look over there. Monastic feeling holds the ground in place as fragrance casts aspersions on unfinished business until passed. Were you ever my age? Revival is a word transcending captions. Hear the voice beneath each language still intact.
Removal of the thorn as gap analysis, an aftermath of seeming one divided
About the writer:
Sheila E. Murphy is an American text and visual poet who has been writing and publishing actively since 1978. She is the recipient of the Gertrude Stein Award for her book Letters to Unfinished J. (Green Integer Press, 2003). Murphy is known for working in forms including ghazals, haibun, and pantoums in her individual writing. As an active collaborator, she has worked with numerous writers in long poems spanning multiple volumes. Murphy’s visual work, both individual and collaborative, is shown in galleries and in private collections. Initially trained in instrumental and vocal music, her work is often associated with music in its language and rhythmic pulse. Murphy earns her living as an organizational consultant, speaker, and researcher and holds the PhD degree. She has lived in Phoenix, Arizona throughout her adult life..
Image: Untitled abstract painting by Sheila Murphy.