bright words
flat against a dark wall
I close my eyes
the words spring and my soul needles through
weaving an exit
diamond thoughts hang on cotton string
my button
pushed tenderly, brings breath…
skin stretches
my ladder unravels
to earth
I am
a rain of little pebbles
like drops in the sea
touching to form
pockets of
sharp and beautiful
I
melt
into light
against the dark wall
surrounded by words
accosted by mouth
blinded by heaven
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xxxxx thank you
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What a wonderful way to begin my week…just brilliant!
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this means a lot to me , thank you Charles
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Beautiful! Both the painting and the poem. Love the line about being a rain of small pebbles.
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Thank you so much Deborah x
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