At the window
Overlooking lawn
You have your
Mandarin collar on
And remark,
"It's a journey
You know."
We walk together
Through a house
Empty except
For a cold tea kettle
In the kitchen.
Whatever else
I seem to see
In this dream,
I shall always
Love the way
Dust looks
On copper.
Beautiful picture, and beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteFor some reason this reminded me of Patty Griffin's song, 'Dear Old Friend'...the same feeling. :)
Thanks Michelle! It was fun to get out my watercolor set today. Poem is an old one about a dream of an old friend.
DeleteThis poem truly touched me, Geo. I can see it was written with love.
ReplyDeleteKind Arleen. Yes, it was.
DeleteHey - you never mentioned anything about being an artist. I love the kettle. Your talents are limitless!
ReplyDeleteThanks Jon! But I'm not an artist, I'm a doodler. Doodle over poem is even now being drafted into other service --scientific revelation of tremendous zoological import. Will publish results in "Trainrides".
DeleteExquisite words.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words put so well. Love the kettle. I've never had a copper one.
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