My ARt, Another’s Words

inkblots mutate
 to form pictures,
 I did not create 


decorated trees
 sway to songs 
 emanating from
 masked lips
 imagining smiles
 that reach
 twinkling toes and 
 luminous tips 

(Words are from Reena's Exploration challenge.  Art my own.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

53 thoughts on “My ARt, Another’s Words”

  1. I am new to this, and the images/ stories you conjure through words (if I shut my eyes), and pictures (if I open them), have got me thinking:). Thank you:)

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