Words have always been my art:
They dance for me and sing for me;
They laugh for me and cry for me;
They are my paint and brushes;
They are my clay.
18 October 2014
OctPoWriMo 18 - Slowly Spinning
Like yesterday, today's prompt is found poetry. Most specifically, newspaper blackout poetry. I have no newspapers, so I took a screenshot of a story I wrote and blacked it out in Paint.
I love the words you chose, and the meaning they convey! Well done!
ReplyDeleteLovely! Such a gentle poem.
ReplyDeleteEsther, this is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLove this. Well done!
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