*Vermeer* Woman Writing A Letter...detail
Impetus
I put
Words
Away
On
Days
When
I have
Nothing
To
Say.
I watch
The
Clouds
Come
And
Go,
And
Climb
Over
Other
Times
Until
I find
Fresh
Rhymes.
Then
Music,
In
Notes
That
Fall
Between
My
Scatter
Of
Thoughts,
Helps
Form
What
Matters
With
A
Proper
Bite,
And
I can
Write.
I put
Words
Away
On
Days
When
I have
Nothing
To
Say.
I watch
The
Clouds
Come
And
Go,
And
Climb
Over
Other
Times
Until
I find
Fresh
Rhymes.
Then
Music,
In
Notes
That
Fall
Between
My
Scatter
Of
Thoughts,
Helps
Form
What
Matters
With
A
Proper
Bite,
And
I can
Write.
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