Day 15 – The Poem on the Edge of My Memory

Again, I refer to Steven Ersinghaus in part 2 of his the poem I can never remember

Pebble Song The thoughts, emotions and visuals that make up a poem can intermix a life of their own.  We see what we want to say so clearly in our mind but while the words tumble in streams and rivers, our internal editor can create an eddy –  leaving us swirling, twirling in a pool of exasperation.

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Fine art photography and digital collage. Love to ski, bike, hike and meet people passionate about their lives.
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