you showed me Kandinsky and Chagall
read me Billy Collins and T S Elliot
challenged me to think and live broadly –
I laughed when you bought me Dilbert
and cried when you gave me an orange
….. such a small offering from such
a huge mind…
I have not lost you but
you are no longer there at the outskirts
of my imagination,
leaving crumbs to feed my inspiration,
watching silently
as I fiddle with my art...
yet the proof of your influence
cover my existence
and leaves a lingering smell of citrus…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yuri- As usual I love what you've written. -shannon