“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label life-like. Show all posts
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Thursday, January 30, 2020
Ex-ist
I am
feeling myself,
finally
Sinking
in-
to
This
warm pool of,
light
easily blood or
Life-like.
Painting by John Henry Twachtman (1853-1902), 'Figure in Sunlight' (Artists wife) c. 1890-1900 in [Public domain].
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