Poem by Doniell Cushman
I went to a friend's house
One afternoon And I saw on the wall your Painting It wasn't large, but it was framed In an oak or an ash Slightly crooked on the wall As I stood looking The inviting and simple pattern Of vertical horizontal, line Upon line, met my eye The warm palette stunned me An eye into your joyful heart A faceted prism of emotions © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. All rights reserved by Doniell Cushman.
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