Monday, November 26, 2018

This reminds me of nothing

but itself.  A life described in a children's picture book -- sans language.  But then, color is a language.  Much as cooking.  Of course, writing. especially a petite poem, is playing with color fields, for sure.
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  1. Susan E. GangelDecember 14, 2018 at 11:29 AM

    CT Compositions 2

    Fortunately
    Fortunately

    In every corner there is the greatness of them
    Unattended innocence just when we need it

    A bowl of water in the sun bathed light
    Two fallen rose petals on the cracked old plate
    And the letter you wrote long ago
    And forgot to mail

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