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Wednesday, November 23, 2011

poetry music, art

poetry, music, art
how i spend the hours;
need to squeeze in flowers
for the rhyme.

words, piano, drawing,
would say color
but doesn’t rhyme,
just makes music for the eyes.
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1 comment:

  1. AnnieWednesday, November 23, 2011 2:23:00 PM

    Hi Jack,

    Color does make music for the eyes, and your poems make music for the heart!

    I love the rhythm and melody in this poem, and it makes me think of all pleasant and worthwhile things to do with time.

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