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lost art
by Mary Frances Spencertoo much to remember
so we blur edges
smudge the whys
erase what-ifs
with chalk in hand
we hestitate
to mark boldly
scribble pastel intentions
sketchy pages lost in
life shuffle
squeeze out
watercolor tears
rainbow faces
sometimes forget how
to cry
05/28/2008 Author's Note: Sometimes I feel like I'm too busy to really see what is going on...a kind of blindness I think. Writing is just so therapeutic. Anyone else relate? MFS
Posted on 05/29/2008
Copyright © 2024 Mary Frances Spencer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 05/29/08 at 04:49 PM Geeeze, only 100%. Great and gentle reminder. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/30/08 at 12:48 AM Very well said! Mary Oliver would be proud of you. I saw her read recently here in Jackson and that is one of her major messages. Nice write. |
| Posted by Anastasia Shows on 05/30/08 at 04:10 PM Oh, i like this alot. It kinda reminds me of how i've been writing lately. |
| Posted by Anastasia Shows on 05/30/08 at 04:11 PM *a lot. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 06/02/08 at 03:30 PM I go from doing nothing to going to fast. I wish there was some inbetween. But, yeah, I relate. In the busy times, I think I somehow forget to breathe. |
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