unexpected
Carolyn Caines
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Life can be a poem,
unexpected lines appearing in any room… a leaf blown flat against the window, a lightbulb twitching, crackling on its way out, bleached yellow wallpaper, a sepia photograph. A stanza steps into space between two chairs, a blanket folded over itself, a trail of crumbs on the counter, unread books on a nightstand. Poems can swagger in, soar across the empty room, tiptoe into silent thoughts, startle you from dull daydreams, make way for color. A poem can be life, unexpected verse speaking at any time. |
Hannah Rose | Tender | Digital Painting
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