Walking Series

February 11, 2011

in Confessions,Lifestyle

Walking Series: 3-6-8


“I sometimes want to see myself

as a waking flower”

James Surles once said.

Burns, rubs, and oils

shaped the wooden stalks to

form a mobile contraption.

Twisted steel curled and spiraled

so that it might move.

Feel the freedom

no other plant knows

chained by roots.


Creaking of steel and

thumping of wood

off its stand and

outside, where smells

sweet and mingled, fall away.

Their colony is destroyed;

trampled by one who would

be their own.




*This poem was based on this week's Just Write Workshop prompt and the sculpture below.

James Surls
U.S., b. 1943
Walking Series: 3-6-8, 1986
Wood (walnut) and steel
50 x 84 x 56 in.
Gift of Jack Bryan and Judith Warkentin Bryan, 1994

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pamelasayers February 11, 2011 at 5:46 pm

A lovely poem with beautiful descriptions.

Laurie Kolp February 11, 2011 at 6:56 pm

Wow… beautiful imagery… the picture really completed the circle.

Nimue February 12, 2011 at 1:32 am

Nice ! I like this .. will soon check out your "Just Write" section 🙂

Tumblewords February 12, 2011 at 6:26 pm


Mr Peace April 4, 2011 at 4:06 am

What a wonderful world!

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