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
mypenandme 
…a shy night, oh yes. Good work, M. A.
blessings ~ maxi
Thanks, Maxi. Thanks for stopping by.
Very visual and inspiring!
Thank you, Laura Lee.
I literally saw pictures in my head when reading this. Well done!!
Thank you.
Now THAT’S a POEM!!! Wowza.
Ha! Thanks so much. 🙂