chance is a timeless change

if you should have me pinpoint it exactly
you were right to trust an honest eye
the eye with much light

salt air moistening brand new poem
self-portrait cheerful and grateful

moved
further back into my psyche
jumping out of the box
crazy paint chips loudly applaud
a crisp, must-see dream

the irony, debatable
upward punchy poets must move on
sky advanced to
a crack of sunlight behind curtains

by mary ann blinkhorn

spring water for 3WW

i think of him outdoors

chopping air with his fingertips

a chance meeting

between wind and man

each a survivor of time

but not of love

i savor the moment

yet to come

when i too

shall greet the wind

with my fingertips

achieving creative freedom

but until then

i shall entice my interest

with words and wet clay

mold what i know

bathe my hands in spring water

by mary ann blinkhorn

written for Three Word Wednesday at:  http://www.threewordwednesday.com/