Blank walls spaces If only they were trees and their leaves turned green red yellow falling. Perhaps I can arrange my books their broken spines like this: brown/seed green/shoot yellow/bud red/flower so I don't forget the movement of the seasons. Perhaps I'll discover curious animals hiding amongst the pages, between faded words, under folded corners. Give me the music of a constant stream tiny bells polishing stones. Instead of drip drip drip drip drip of the broken tap in the kitchen. And give me a glimpse of glittering Orion instead of cracks in the ceiling.
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Fantastic
I agree with Rob on this one! This is a well-written piece of art my friend. I like how you made use of space and incorporated a T.S. Eliot-style of enjambment (fragmentation) with the imagery of sounds and color.