finally finding a little poetry…been kinda dry lately
How Does the Artist See
that I carry
like the heaviness of a pack
on my body
the incalculable weight
of my loving her
needing support
for the imbalance
reaching out
to ordered objects
as a result
of a knee
that was bad
from the get-go
and bites at every bending
chained as it is
to my enormous hoary head
full and sprouting tangly thoughts
so that I face in all directions
begging mercy
of these stocks
that I create
N Filbert 2012
All my Words are Silent 
LIke both the poem and the drawing.
thank you. The artist is immensely talented – a fellow I hardly see and cannot find online…but truly, he whipped that sketch out sitting in a parking lot while I scheduled an appt. – he’s so talented