“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to |
I woke this morning, surrounded by over a foot of snow, after having a nice comforting dream, when these words came to me.
Such dreams set us up for the day.
When I read a poem that explains colour in the poets mind, it speaks volumes. Sorry, still in fits...
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beautiful & innocent
Pearls & Moments
Vickie
George