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Kimberly Laudert
Fiber and Multimedia Artist
Poetry
Below is selection of poetry which relates to my visual work. I thrive because I believe darkness, difficulty and even death can give rise to creativity, grace and joy.
Now
You
Are on that island
Alone and cold.
Here the shortest days drop and close,
Here, the darkest nights drop and close in.
And you, naked
Beneath the sheets of night,
Alone in the bed,
Shiver and quake.
You reach for the covers
But they have dropped to the floor below,
And, like in a bad dream, they
Are out of reach
And in the sea
That writhes around you.
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