About Me
- puddle
- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
5 comments:
puddle, please don't be so sad. This is a simply beautiful visual display that honors the fallen in the finest possible way. Please invite some gay/AIDS websites to come and enjoy your art gallery.
Shelley
Beautiful art sometimes results from great sorrows.
♥s to you both ~~
puddle
baby today is at its best
thank you for the love shown
there is another gift for your poetry folder on BFA ... has nothing to do with AIDS except that it is a tribute to my best friend, who died needlessly because of bigotry,and he was not alone
Phil
Phil ~~ already stole it, it's waiting to be the first post after midnight ♥s
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