This had been the pattern of his days
on the back creek, too:
he would move the boat out
until he felt more frightened
than he had the courage to match;
then he would anchor and wait.
This has been the pattern of other days in my studio, too: I move my brush about until I feel more stymied than I have the inspiration to match; then I anchor and wait.
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Oh my!
I collaged some patterned tissue paper. Now where? Can't wait to find out : )
I how a rose e'er blooming
… from tender stem has sprung!
I swear I wrote O, not I!
It's all downhill from here … might as well enjoy the ride!
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