#309 of 365 – “up through stony grass”

 “up through stony grass”

 

 

art calls

climbs forth

as if escaping

from the mud

eager

for ripe colors

and metals

that sing

and clays

that bleed

people and places

like blood

 

art calls

forcing

its way

up

through

stony grass

and pulling

my thirsty

soul

out

from the

morass

 

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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