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Beauty as words and pictures collide
the poet is a voice. A pair of eyes.
Phased, in clear, wide-shot scapes
sun undecided, rise fast or tired set.
Nature, like a five year old, stirring
in running dreams and laughter
wakes, turns suddenly, sleeps
again.
Poem as poet, voice as historian,
time lapes, phased. Color is copied
from petals, skies, imagined
horizons.
Lady A
10-02-20
842a
Lovely poetic comment. Thanks ever so much
©bishu
Dear Wet Footed Sure Poet
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Beauty as words and pictures collide
the poet is a voice. A pair of eyes.
Phased, in clear, wide-shot scapes
sun undecided, rise fast or tired set.
.
Nature, like a five year old, stirring
in running dreams and laughter
wakes, turns suddenly, sleeps
again.
.
Poem as poet, voice as historian,
time lapes, phased. Color is copied
from petals, skies, imagined
horizons.
.
Lady A
10-02-20
842a
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Poetik Komment
Lovely poetic comment. Thanks ever so much
©bishu