Nature Morte
Things still
In constant motion
Actually
Dead flower sits
In a dead clay vase
They bow In surrender
Pale green
Slumbered yellow
The air around
Hangs thick
In foggy morning
The artist paints
The sculpted lines
The pale dead green
The slumbered yellow
Breathe again
Nature Morte
- justwalt
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Re: Nature Morte
if I were a clay vase, I'd tell you a thing or two...
dead, he said... don't believe it
dead, he said... don't believe it
Re: Nature Morte
I too enjoyed this poem, good un...David
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