As well as painting and sculpture, I love to write. An idea flashes in front of me and I grab pad and pencil and write, then hone it on the computer. It's simply fun to play with words whether in poetry or prose. Of course, as with anyone in the arts, the intent is communicating and hope the images reach the reader.
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Hearthside
South-honking geese escape winter’s blight above black-etched trees on moonlight white, brittle silver pools of ice lie under diamond’s sprinkle our night-blue sky, sundering winternip moves aside to love’s warm breath, hearthside.
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