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
October
Under my feet crackle the leaves that refuse to fly
And I am the breeze laughing the leaves that refuse to die.
I am the pine whispering to fireflies in a purple night
as amused crescent moon smiles with mellow delight.
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