the artist and I
we will cross the river
the artist and I
and we will find a new outlet
to call our home
and we will sleep as one
falling in and out of
romantic daydreams
evening sun hiding her
eyes behind decorative fan
rising moon reaching out
to gently awaken us
so that we may create again
july two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
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now that’s what I call a poem! wow, superb.
thank you, Denise 😀
You make me word-swoon.
All my imaginings take this somewhere alternative — so this fig is rich and ripe for plucking, if you ask me.
I love your writing, in other words.
Thank you very much, Shawna, I’m happy my poetry speaks to you.
This is superb…loved it…
I’m happy to see you enjoyed this piece, Maniparna ~ I appreciate you stopping by and sharing your thoughts!
You are welcome… 🙂