Old woman waits
Tolerates the span of existence which remains
Watches the dust particles dance
In patterns of confusion
Relives a life not her own
(poem I wrote when I was 16, published in my high school art-literary magazine 40 years ago)
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6 comments:
I love the idea of the particles of dust within the beams of sunlight. Dust made lovely. :)
Thank you for your comment on my illustration. Dusty is a Boston Terrier, although they are very similar to pugs. :)
Your textures are great. The originality of your concept is striking. Sad, touching, and beautiful.
Definitely tugging at my heart strings with this one. So beautiful and touching.
Great drawing and a wonderful poem!
Very sweet and sad. Beautiful job and poem.
What a poignant and meaningful poem. Deep for 16!
The illustration fits it perfectly.
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