Dirty water becomes crystal
and I see my fingers
as they once were
overlowing with detail.
Overflowing with snapped nails
and splots of spots
like a mousetrap
caught up in a experimental painting.
Overflosing with imagination
of my nephew's makeup
and cake mixture.
Overflowing with love,
overflowing with a smile,
overflowing with a ehad turn
as I realise
I'll need more hot water.
(Day 15 off http://www.napowrimo.net/ asked us to write a poem
based a picture they supplied. My poem above alas didn't touch this
but instead wrote one about a recent memory of my nephew of
which whose picture I am not going to post).
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