Salve Poem by Cee Bea
Salve
as I thought about art,
of creative nature
and looked around...
it all seemed trivial.
that was my applaud
….that thought
Novices we are,
in all senses -
as we duplicate
in watercolor.
Then in a gift to release me.
I felt a gentle hand
and a thought
that, …. smiled
sweetly.
administering
salve in the form
another day
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: muse
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