A Whittle of Words...
Sitting, slumped in a chair,
On a wooden porch
And under the sun
...
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wow a nice one this touched my heart 'As so many crumpled pieces of paper.' ++++++10 goes to my fav list regards anju
It is in the shaping, the carving, The very paring down of the fat; That the art, itself, disappears. I could ponder on this for a while, wondering... did it disappear, or was it perhaps revealed for having been unnecessary clutter cut away from it? If this be the outcome of the exercise, I'd have to go with the latter, actually. Keep wittling - surely there's more 'in there' waiting to be unearthed. Christine
loved the imagery and the poem was very well written. kudos to you -kathryn