art nonet
piles of brushes, paints, papers call out
bluegrasses sway in brisk breezes
i brush on their colors, soft
listen to sage whispers
do not be detached–
walk out to us
touch our blades
know us
be
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Yes—to empathetically connect ….. !
I love the felt place — that you reveal here…
And through a Nonet no less! Amazing.
Thank you—love this poem!
Love the form for this piece. Well done!
I hope you did walk out and smell the flowers.
Love sage and this poem.
I love the choice of your final line/word. So powerful and so perfect.
Marvelous!
Each word stands out like the bristles on a good, clean paint brush!