Tag Archives: Written from Art

Angel Queen

Written for: Sunday Muse #261 Through my bare feet I absorb all the pain, and desperation of people who dwell in this city of change. One whip of my wings can smite evil doings miles away. Do not look for … Continue reading

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The Hobo

Written for: The Sunday Muse #256 They found his spoon and cup. Knowing he hopped freight trains all his life, it was strange to find his closest possessions sitting in an alley. He never traveled without them. They felt it … Continue reading

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Charlie Byrd’s Piano Blues

Written for: The Sunday Muse #254 This is becoming quite boring. I could be out eating worms. Learned chopsticks which should have sufficed. But no, they insisted on that classic, Für Elise, and I’m just not feeling it. Not my … Continue reading

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The Perfect Apple

Written for: The Sunday Muse #25 The perfect apple begged protection from ice storms, and wicked winds of winter. Two artists, fans of apples, encased the perfect apple in a snow globe made of branches and crystal. It glowed in … Continue reading

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Wolf Secrets

Written for: The Sunday Muse #252 I am the one you never see especially in winter snow. Tree confetti aids me while I sleep. When day sky turns to night, I must travel far into the woods. For the present, … Continue reading

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Survivors

Written for: The Sunday Muse #251 They try to cut us down in vain. We are vital to Mother Nature. She would not have us vanish. We have formed a union, merged as one entity. Pity all those who think … Continue reading

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Forget-Me-Nots

Written for: The Sunday Muse #248 A night of fog. He understands. His mind never seems to clear these days. Sitting alone on a bench, he studies the flowers he plans to present to his wife, gone ten years now. … Continue reading

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Spanish Steps

Written for: The Sunday Muse #246 Sans shoes, she carefully steps between pieces of debris, making her way up the cracked stone, bricks, and marble of the Spanish Steps. Diaphanous dress flounces, billows like a cloud-sail. No rail to keep … Continue reading

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Throw Away What Is False

Written for: The Sunday Muse #245 These are cracked pieces of the face I used to wear. Why destroy them, you ask- strong features, lovely eyes. All lies. Perfect ceramic for an imperfect person. If you studied the eyes, you … Continue reading

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My One True Thing

Written for: The Sunday Muse #244 Not budging. There is nothing familiar around me anymore. You have taken it all, sold it all. No matter where we have to live, I must have this piano with me. If you take … Continue reading

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