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a musing


These four walls compose the grace of still life:

a boy nuzzling a gray tabby cat,

a chair, favorite books, a piano,

the translucent leaf of an angel-wing begonia.


They do not account for the flighty senses

that swoop from skin to branch to sky like larks,

nor do they speak of the wildest delights,


those un-fathomed as the call of the sea.

Reviews

[Richard McLin]

I love the poems that can convey so much in so few words. In this short piece of poetry, you have created a world, a life. Great job.

[flameinthesnow]

Thank you so much!

[Abby]

the grace of still life...nice line, and lovely painting. the last two lines echo the overwhelming magic of life that tends to be lost, but also most present, in simple moments such as sitting, at home with a tabby cat, plants, books.. a piano.
Thanks for this!

[flameinthesnow]

It is such an honor for me that you enjoyed this.