Words, words, words that keep coming back to me, that I keep returning to...
... words like butterflies en pointe over flowers in an endless meadow...
By Sharon Dolin, in her collection Serious Pink:Ekphrastic Poems:
"Let spectacled be speckled
and strips become tipples of stripes."
{from the poem "Day Dreams"}
"Robin's eggs, unhatched, fly up
orange drowns tongue blue"
{from "Writing Painting: A Ghazal"-- with a score-mark through "Painting," which the clumsy lobster cannot do on this computer}
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