Rorschach Shawl
My Rorschach Shawl is trimmed
along its thrift store edges with
Van Gogh’s almond blossoms,
his sunflowers courting my
shawl’s picnic-blanket allure
upon which my coffee sits
among love sandwiches
and heaping plates of hope
I’ll happily share with you.
The icing on the cake
at the feast — a little girl,
graces a scene in the
heart of a beautiful city
where many souls are
rejoicing in the sweet
golden gift of the day.
Jannie Funster
Posted over on her site Jannie Funster
1 comment:
You make me LAUGH!!!!!!
I come here to read a poem, and find mine. :) :)
Thank you, fine sir.
And yes -- rained like a mofo today, yay!!!!
xoxo
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