But every once in a while I look at my old watercolor paints and if I'm feeling really nostalgic, I'll smell my 'Rose Madder Genuine'.
Ah, what changes time hath wrought.
If you click on the image, it will enlarge and you can read the poem I wrote too.
Sun Above, Shade Beneath
Walk Along A Shell Strewn Beach
Resonant Waves Never End
This is the Soul's Most Perfect Zen
Tideline Jewells, Ocean's Song
Gathered Here To Place Upon...
There's a proper term for this kind of poem that reads in a circle, if you will, but darned if I know what it is. 'Roundelay' pops into my head but I can't find it in my dictionary so I may be completely off the mark. I shall have to go to my poetry friends.
And here's the other:
No poem. But I did some number of watercolors with poems back then. This was a collection of beach finds that all had some flaw, along with the broken coffee mug it made for a great juxtaposition.
Kind of fitting for a New Year and musing upon what has gone before.....