a poet’s notebook
driving into a purple sky
a red house
a yellow housecould i paint this?
children running
on a green fieldthen, the town square
a domed building
a military statuewho made these rules?
flags and banners
boulevard trees
bend in the windthe aspen, singing
could i paint this?
all the blue light
Ok that poem spark this poem.
Let the sky
baths me in it’s blue light.
From that simple act,
the return of the quiet grace
of living a life with the claws.
For what more can fear take now?
OMG !!!!!!! New poem tonight
I orginally posted this at Sharon’s blog in the comment section. She had wrote a poem call colors. The last line of the poem for some reason grab me. During lunch today the poem finally took on it’s final form.
Sharon, I just realized the second stanza has a goof in it. My fault, I was in hurry and at work too.
the second stanza should read
From that simple act.
The return of the quiet grace
of living a life without the claws.
the finaly verison is at my blog now.
A poem full of joy. Delightful.
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