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Poetry Is a Sketch Pad

Poetry is a sketch pad, You can write what you feel or see, You can pen about a single flower, Or maybe about your pajamas that are comfy. My sketch pad has a lone maple leaf today, That floats in a puddle by my door, It has lost its connection with its tree, Each day it withers more and more. Not long ago it was vibrant green, Then it changed to the color red, It once sat among thousands of scarlet shoots, And together they made a fiery gem. Now it waits for winter's ice and snow, As it drifts in the well by my door, The Autumn Blaze has spent its days, And soon we'll have the dreaded winter phase.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 5/7/2020 3:43:00 PM
A lovely piece Judith, excellently penned indeed. It seems a new thing for you here, keep at it! Blessings, Gordon
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Date: 11/4/2019 10:07:00 AM
I really enjoyed this Judith. I love how you crafted this around a leaf and your sketch pad but I hope that your sketch pad just blooms the entire winter through so we can read more of your wonderful poetry.
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Judith Kerttula
Date: 11/4/2019 11:51:00 AM
Wow, Chris, how kind of you. Thank you! This is a new angle in poetry for me and I hope to expand this vision I see.
Date: 11/3/2019 5:46:00 PM
I love how you intertwined poetry with the seasons and the weather.
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Judith Kerttula
Date: 11/3/2019 6:21:00 PM
Thanks,Caren, I was trying something new.