With a paintbrush,
I can paint a landscape.
With a scrub brush,
I can polish a floor smooth.
With a broom,
I can sweep a house clean.
So much can be accomplished
by many strands working together.
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3 comments:
This post offers a stupendous example of how your exquisite photos magnify your prose. Well done!
A Spinning Top
A bright red streak
Across the wall
Gets rid of it all
In one clean sweep
Caught in the brush
Ragged blond hair
Mussed everywhere
In a broken crush
The action in art
Brings the most joy
Not the finished toy
Straight from the heart
[Disposable Poem May 27, 2010]
Dr. Mike
RT:
Thanks for the comment. I'm glad you like the photo.
I find it interesting to see what connections the photos make with the text. Somehow it always works out -- just another example of how everything is connected, no doubt.
H. K.
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