Woman No. 1, paper collage, 2021
a convulsion of dandelions
the angle at which the sun
contemplates your face
the square root of matter
the crudeness of form
the bleak, unpleasant smells of traffic
or, perhaps, the absence of a butterfly
in a pair of frail, outstretched hands
the artist retreats
nothing ventures; nothing sails
The Used Life 
10 responses to “If Not for the First Time”
Another endearing collage. Another captivating poem… Bravo!
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Thank you very much! Woman No. 1 has a place close to my heart. I’m happy you enjoyed the poem, as well.
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In the collage, the butterfly wing with the word who on it…love it! And the poem is fantastic, especially the first line…a convulsion of dandelions …that’s perfect!
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Thank you so much, Bob!
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Oo, I love this feeling of being held back yet wanting to be free!
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Thank you! I’m so glad you enjoyed this.
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“a pair of frail, outstretched hands”..
sometimes we are all looking for something to fill the cup of inspiration.. love the collage’ 🙂 fins as wings..sometimes we need to submerge in the waters to find freedom and creativity.
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I love your interpretation of the fins. ❤️ Woman No. 1 is special to me. And I’m delighted you enjoyed the poem. I hope you have a great week, my friend!
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A great combination! Quite interesting.
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Thank you!
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