9 Apr 2009

Scenes from the home

of leaves
and blooms and colour

that my eyes wander over
time after time

with the same joy
as when I first noticed them
Radiating out against
wood

and brick
and porcelain

Speaking of life within,
life beyond walls

and beds
and glass

Ah, to be the eyes of each artist;
past and forever present

3 comments:

  1. Always such beautiful poetry and i love that last photo the most.

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  2. lovely poem, it would be so awesome to be the eyes of great artists indeed!
    i love that crocheted thing ( sorry, im not sure what it is, but i like it!)

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