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October 15, 2012

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#26
i move my pen
to begin
my journey knowing
the end
is hard to
decipher from
the start

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One Comment
  1. Donmack permalink

    I love the colours , Bruce. This is much more relaxed than ” Outlines”, more satisfying. It makes me think of fall and the cornucopia of harvest. You must have cut down on the coffee a bit today.
    The muddy browns could be dangerous and depressing, but the solid bright reds and pale blues triumph.
    The poem is introspective and a comment on the process of art where the end result is not seen in the beginning. The end can be a pleasing surprise.

    Donmack

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