The painting she stands in front
of mimics her thoughts well…
abstract, removed, conceptual.
She tries to grasp them,
these, her intangible views…
about life, death, and perhaps even herself,
yet they often drift just beyond reach to a
dimension she cannot fully comprehend,
although she is quite certain of its existence.
Reigs
Cryssa
Sheila
loving teacher that love to have had 'way back when. Fortunately,
we learn much from you today. Love the poem. -gene.
You've nailed this.
John
Blessings,
Christine
fee
George