Wednesday, March 28, 2012

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I sit in the black leather chair
meditating
on the plume of smoke that rises
in the air,
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Erica Jong
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Roseann Shawiak 22 January 2014

Love the imagery of this poem. Can see the plume of smoke rising through the words of the poem. Can picture you picking out the days as if you were trying on the dresses. Great poem! I think in pictures and you have placed some good ones in my mind. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn

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