Sunday, January 1, 2017

I Might Have


                                               ... with clay from the high uintas you fashioned a pot

                        ... placed it on top of the piano

                                                                                       ... I might have broken it on purpose




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6 comments:

  1. Larry KimmelJanuary 2, 2017 at 9:43 AM

    I love the ambiguity of this poem.

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  2. Nancy/BLissed-Out GrandmaJanuary 2, 2017 at 3:59 PM

    I might have done something like that. Sorry/not sorry.

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  3. Geo.January 2, 2017 at 6:41 PM

    Mountain clay is never destroyed, only modified. Highly personal poem appreciated. Excellent poem.

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    1. Teresa EvangelineJanuary 2, 2017 at 10:08 PM

      A nice observation on mountain clay ...

      Thanks, Geo. Good to see you.

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