Tucking one arm behind her, throwing out the other;
up front and on bended knees, looking rather pleased,
she says, very sweetly, I invented these.
Dusting down the figurines, endless cups of tea,
combing crumbs from the sofa, keeps the window clean –
sunlight pouring in. He says, I invented these.
Tweezing splinters from her finger,
stains collecting on his jeans. Rule of thumb –
proud erections. Says, I invented these.
Monster movies, deconstructed;
ropes and tyres in the trees;
rising up toward the summer,
and laughing, screams, we invented these.

Lost Skies. [acrylic 24×18″]
Nice Nick! I love the acrylic–perfect title…
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Thanks Ken. Hope this finds you well. Nick
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A lovely poem filled with joy. Wonderful painting! Happy spring, Nick! >3
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Thank you, Cheryl!
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Great to read you, Nick! This is delightful!
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Thanks Michelelee!
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Welcome, Saint Nick!
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I love how you use the refrain “invented these.”
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And all these signs of magic ✨
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