Children holding his
tablets, moving miniscule
planets. Forget my
past, he screams, slowly curing
needy pieces of dog fur.
Compassion, Depression, Forgiveness, Isolation, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Tanka
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#1 by clinock on March 9, 2017 - 1:37 am
You are SUCH a Surrealist sometimes Carl…this is a painting of a poem (and the title has to be the very best ever!)…
#2 by Carl on March 10, 2017 - 6:22 am
You’re a kind man! I wish I could do a real painting, as you do so admirably! These surreal pictures smack me in the face like a space shuttle. As Einstein said, everything is a miracle (or nothing is).
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