Gouache Me - A Poem By Paul Vincent Cannon
Gouache Me - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Mish is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write a poem on the word Hint. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Can You Take A Hint? Image: found on pinterest.com “Why would we want to scourge our softness to straight lines like a Mondrian painting?” Marge Piercy Gouache MeTaut canvaspine ribs showing,O gouache me slowlywith that real ox hairbrushing,…
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