Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Poem of the Week




Red, gently applied over yellow
with a dry brush.
Cold apple.

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  1. MicheleOctober 9, 2009 at 3:57 AM

    Really nice poem. made me think of apples in the fall. lovely:)

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  2. DymphnaOctober 9, 2009 at 6:47 AM

    I wrote it while looking at an apple on my desk. It looked like God had painted it yellow and then added a bit of red with a dry brush. Creation is amazing.

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