like limpid fluid…



Like limpid liquid, Bob Boy poured into the crystal clear dimension where his distinct family awaited him. His limpid clarity illuminated each scribe as his translucent spirit shifted by, see-through music pulsating in the realm of rhythm’s flourishes. Luminous wings fluttered as he passed, feathers reaching out, offering themselves to be carved into quills for the angel master arriving. Colors of the rainbow arranged themselves in bows to the sun. Unclouded resonance settled in the Heavens. Bob Boy was home.

poem by Jeanne Poland April 11, 2019 in memory of Bob’s Passing in Providence RI


Bob in real space


created by Bob Boyajian

Boyajian Alphabet

Alphabet by Bob Boyajian


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. jeannepoland
    Apr 12, 2019 @ 11:02:16

    Please go through the above related links to see many more views of Bob Boy and his work on this blog .


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