Poetry and Art
It's funny how I speak in rhyme when writing a sonnet,
and hours after I think it's finished; I edit another line.
A perfectionist, I am not, but I blend oils repeatedly
until I've married a golden sunset to a silver moonrise.
In the elements of artistry, I am content and satisfied.
April 1, 2022
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Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2022
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