I took a line for a walk but got lost in the margins.
At the Palais des Arts, I don't hold a candle
To a single luminary or oriental lantern.
Where's the blue horse, where's the blindfolded boy,
John Singer Sargent?
Crouching, crawling, scrawling on the canvas
Just throwing paint at the problem,
And every child is supposed to be an artist!
Where is the blue horse, where is the blindfolded boy,
John Singer Sargent?
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
This is a book of free verse poetry that addresses the seven main tests in life and offers some sensible solutions to passing those tests with minimal discomfort.
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