Aug 2013
Yesterday’s sketching repainted tomorrow’s fruit.
Madly,
Love plunging through compressed artistic desire,
Found poetry on a piece of
Old scratch paper laughing with glee
As it avoided life’s garbage pail…again.
Madly,
Love plunging through compressed artistic desire,
Found poetry on a piece of
Old scratch paper laughing with glee
As it avoided life’s garbage pail…again.
~Just a few rambling thoughts that I threw together
laying on my back with pen and pencil in my lap
before trying to catch a little nap, watching the
ceiling fan blades go round and round and round and round and round and….
laying on my back with pen and pencil in my lap
before trying to catch a little nap, watching the
ceiling fan blades go round and round and round and round and round and….
