chicago poetry. poetry for a people. poetry for a moment. poetry to satiate the need. poetry of an american outlaw. poetry for the best words in their best order. poetry by Jhon Baker
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Magpie #57 - spontaneous from prompted poetry
wanting the birds to sing in winter,
I stoop to pet a plant
inadvertantly knocking over the light fixture.
I miss every painting I've ever sold.
- Hoc Scripsi
Image Courtesy of Magpie Tales #57
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Spontaneous can be very interesting.
ReplyDeleteI never actually sold any of my paintings, but I've always pondered the feelings I might have.
ReplyDeletegreat opening line Jhon...
ReplyDeleteenjoy your take.
ReplyDeletesubjective and pleasant one.
Thought provoking....:-)
ReplyDeleteThis is fantastic. Glad that I can up on your work!
ReplyDeleteBeauty held is the heart of painting...to let it pass forever leaves an empty space....you remind here of it...bkm
ReplyDeleteI liked the whimsy of it...
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