he stands loudly
like cold moon
sheepish grin extended
while she thumbs through words
gladly erasing penciled-in lines
with stale slice of bread
art is a shy night
a brave tall story
where one pulls a chain
and a light flicks on
engaging the most inspiring colors
by mary ann blinkhorn
sunflower grows like unreal man
brick wall
quickly advancing in slow motion
face facing east
I imagine him wearing
sundial watch
2003 leather jacket
splash of Egyptian musk
it all takes time
the healing process
noise
peace
the many chaotic beats
the familiar unfamiliar
woven into new decade
leaves me with
desire to paint old furnishings, turquoise
in the midst of noir setting
I walk with unhurried footsteps
in hurried breeze
expression: a delighted face
wishing I had my camera
by mary ann blinkhorn
Ten tons of sand
On my shoulders
Drifting thru my fingers
Ten tons of sand
A heavy haul
That’s a lot of weight
Ten tons of sand
An oppressive mighty obstacle
Carved from the land
Each and every grain-like particle
A new beginning
written by Russell Ayres
a guest poet from Hamilton Hill, Australia
a closer view
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