Cartsten Wieland brushparkwatercolors.wordpress.com
My words
like fallen petals
of a summer garden
litter the tableau of my life
words unspoken out
of sheer neglect
of your love
The remnants
of the many things
I felt the need to say
tho you’d no need to hear
You wanted my voice
at night I gave you
but my words
See here lies
the poor rainbow
of all my prodigality
fading in the failing light
If I could I’d sing you
a song of even all
I have wasted
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Peter, beautiful poem, but if I would have known I would have taken a nicer picture of my Palette. :-)
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Carsten, the left`overs on the palettes of our lives never pose for us, and pictures of what we do not intend to keep will always appear a bit awkward . . . I love that picture and if you’d send along images of what’s left over when you finish your work I’ll always appreciate them . . . May your week be full of blessings . . .
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your poetry says all – in each line, and between them – you can be content
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Thank you, Paul, for your affirmations: they are always a great encouragement to me . . .
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