The Photograph
betrays the bonesof what lies beneath
a pastel's peaceful pose.
The master, with time
and colored chalk,
breathes life
back into the dance.
Written from image prompt: Mag 193
Haiku [untitled]
Winter and the cold snow bring the dark-eyed juncos. My heart, full, watches.
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Today's color: White GISH Starchy shrapnel covers the cutting board-- evidence of a warped mind driven to carve a couch ...
6 comments:
I like that description of the negative betraying the bones.
Well said.
Nicely done
I like the line about betraying the bones too! Glad to have you back this week my friend!
It is very much like the bones beneath the painting...nice...
and the dance lives on....beautiful.
Thank you all! I'm still trying to catch up with all the reading. :)
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