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Re: These are the Clouds

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Re: These are the Clouds

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Re: These are the Clouds

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Re: These are the Clouds

PostPosted: Fri Jul 14, 2017 2:13 pm
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What are These Clouds

PostPosted: Fri Jul 14, 2017 9:04 pm
by Elvis
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Re: These are the Clouds

PostPosted: Fri Jul 14, 2017 9:07 pm
by Elvis
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Poetry paintings photographs (but no clouds)

PostPosted: Wed Jul 19, 2017 2:17 pm
by Cordelia
'The Dangling Conversation'

It's a still life watercolor
Of a now-late afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
And shadows wash the room

And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference, like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar

In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
The borders of our lives

And you read your Emily Dickinson
And I my Robert Frost
And we note our place with book markers
That measure what we've lost

Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm
Couplets out of rhyme
In syncopated time

And the dangled conversation
And the superficial sighs
Are the borders of our lives

Yes, we speak of things that matter
With words that must be said
"Can analysis be worthwhile?"
"Is the theater really dead?"
The Dangling Conversation

And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow, I cannot feel your hand
You're a stranger now unto me

Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
In the borders of our lives

~ Paul Simon ~

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~ Edward Hopper ~


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~ ​Richard Tuschman ~