A crumpled page of
some fragmented
composition, a canvas
with one lone stoke
washed upon it,
a partially molded
bit of clay, a tattered
bolt of forgotten cloth,
an unraveling of yarn
where the needles
stopped….Art abandoned
becomes a message
of its own, the leavings
of a heart, expression
left untold.
—C.L. Fisher, March 2021
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Poetic Meanderings 