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

Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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