AUGUST 25, 2013

Unexpected moments reveal poetry.  Common occurrences hold equal magic when pen dips to paper.


An eye for an eye.

My blue meets your brown.

You pluck it, a glass orb

Rolls, a simple marble

In your palm.

Wind flickers the gaping gouge

In your face.

Do you cease to see?

Or do you see within?

   C.J. Prince



About cjprinceauthor

I write. I read. I write and read...I listen to raindrops on begonias, talk to ravens, dance with dragons. I practice Tai Chi in a barn, I sleep with earth stones and tarot cards. I celebrate each day. Join me!
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