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“I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word.
Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.
”


​- Emily Dickinson

Poem: Brush Strokes of Life (2016)

3/10/2018

 
​Clouds are flurries of gentle pastel
Evening skies, breaths of paint
Towering trees rise from charcoal scrapes
Arrows of sunlight, pencil gray with gold taint
 
Stars, pinpricks of watery white
Rain’s curtain a shimmering silver wash
Trembling fall leaves made of layers of pen
The texture of wood, the stroke of a brush
 
Fresh snow is a canvas, lost footprints the paint
Birch forests built by palette knives
Candle flames dance amid shadows of ink
The whirling world painted with brushstrokes of life

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