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 *Anemone* 16" H X 20" W Acrylic On Canvas Fragile
Flower, Pale As Air, Hovers Transparent And Virgin Fair. Petals Curve, Barely Seen, Leaves And Stem Dusty Green. Beauty, Beauty For A Day, Before Perfection Fades And Forgotten Loveliness Is Cast Away.
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 *Picasso* Old Woman With Gloves Bold
Heroine Of The Printed Page, Hailed As A Literary Rage, Has Now Assumed The Mantle Of A Sage. Although Breastfallen With Age And Trimmed By Operation, Continues To Provoke The Nation By Word And Deed, Satisfying A Rebel Need To Jolt Every Complacent Dolt Into Wakefulness, And Bring Order To Our Human Mess.  *Alberto Giacometti* Observational Drawing If
I close My Eyes, I can See Him There, Seated In His Favorite Chair, The Way He Combed His Hair, The Clothes He Used To Wear. When I reach Out, I only Touch Empty Air, But Still, I win, And For A Moment, He Is Mine Again.  Ever
Long To Get Away From The Tiresome Every Day? Pack A Grip And Take A Trip, Row Your Self And Friend To Where The Star Light Bends, And Among The Pleiades, Satisfy Your Needs For Space And To Escape The Faulty Human Race.  *The Sellers Of Oranges* 11" H X 14" W Oil On Canvas Traveling
South On A Train, The Morning After Heavy Rain, The Window Furred With Mist, Kissed With Grime, The Track Echoing Back Forgotten Time, Flying Past A Shack And Farmhouse Stand, A Breakfast Orange In My Hand, Headed For The Promise Land.  *Endless Highway* Bob Dylan Neighbor
Man Drives His Clan In A Dented Dodge Van. The License Plate Has Lost A Screw And Hangs Askew. This Sets My Universe Ajar, Do They Not Notice Their Own Car, Or Is That How Preoccupied They Are? Caught In A World Of Inanity, This Specimen Of Solemn Paternity Every Day Ferries Them All Away On The Endless Road To Eternity.  *Fabrizio Cassetta* Watercolor Portrait of W.S. I read
And Hear Again The Timeless Voice Of Him Who Made The Choice To Limn Life’s Squalor And Beauty, Which Is A Writer’s Sacred Duty. With Every Word He Had To Say, In Every Heartfelt Sonnet And Insightful Play, He Shaped The Myriad Ways We Live Today, And Deserves Our Praise.  The
Lovely Garden That You Kept Until It Flourished, Ever Nourished By Your Hands, Becomes Another’s Lands As You Move On To Find New Roots, Replacing Blossoms Left Behind.  *Standing Mother And Child* Steel on Pine Base 6 1/8" H He
Came About In A Brief Impulse Of Relief, Winter Love By A Parting Pair And Raised On Air, Soon Learned Reality Was Not Quite There, But Ever Turning Back To Track Days Past That Did Not Last But Left Their Mark To Remind Him Life Is Not Kind And Must Be Shaped To Fit His Mind.  Rain
Today, Blowing Spring Away, Bending The Rose Bush, Scattering New Leaves In A Chilly Push. The Blooms Hold Fast As The Gusts Rush Past, The Blossoms Facing Up, To Catch The Droplets Like A Cup. |
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