Concrete is cold, imposingdoes nothing for aesthetics At least we’re protected,I tell the littles, ignoring Snot dripping, slimeoozing from unsealedwindowsills, cobwebsand bits of shedding pink It’s the best I can do:four walls and a roof. Except the ceilingis bulging, mold and rotcertain to rain down on us While upstairs, the manignores the leaks, luxuriatesin his […]
Erasing the past –collecting ash with chopsticks –infertile practiceembrace, learn, and recreatewe are clay – artist’s magic.
I offer Rage a chairinvite a conversation She rants about childhoodand neglect, powerlessnessin the face of abuse And I nod and remember,suggest she’s also feeling grief And she talks about cryingalone, no one caring, and howI don’t let her cry anymore I put up walls, I agree,and ask how I can help Stop leaving me […]
Beautiful 🙂
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Thank you!
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wow, such colour dazzles.
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Doesn’t it! Thanks.
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Most welcome
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Poem & picture perfection! 😀 ❤
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Ah…thank you!
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Beautiful tulips to accompany a great haiku!
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Thank you, Susan!
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Absolutely beautiful. 😀
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Thanks Cee – I’ve decided to join in again!
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what a beautiful image this creates 🙂
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Thank you!
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my pleasure VJ 🙂
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