One Shot Wednesday

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Life is neither memory
nor longing; it is
this breath, is scent
of honeysuckle, sound
of breeze stirring, is white
petals, delicate and small,
is the touch
which grounds me.

Art declares
our frail passing,
is the dying voice
hoping to be heard.

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21 thoughts on “One Shot Wednesday

  1. I don’t use the word “beautiful” often – too many people, especially poets use it too liberally – but this is exactly that: beautiful, and, more importantly, it rings true.

  2. nice..but..they say nothing is deleted from the net…so….living is and art is expression but the life and the artist both seek remembrance

  3. “Art declares
    our frail passing,
    is the dying voice
    hoping to be heard.”

    Good grief. That is so ridiculously poignant that I now have to quit! Anything I can come up with will just be hack work in comparison! :P

    Seriously though, that is an exquisitely worded sentiment there, Matt. Bravo.

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