Words of a painter about art, painting and other thoughts about life, death and things that get in the way. I began my blog 2010.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Tuesday January 25, 2011 A River of Stones
A River of Stones
A Small Stone #25
In the shadows
Of the studio
It is my soft furry kitten
He curls upon my desk
And I think, he thinks
He is helping me at
The computer.
And maybe he is...
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8 comments:
ha. mine even tries to type for me on occassion...
What a sweetie! Isnt it nice to have their companionship while we write?
And maybe he is..
Love that line, and the presence of these beautiful creatures while we work.
Beautiful writing.
Sometimes, I think they come because they know they carry a different energy and we need that in order to continue. They guard us as we do that.
Elizabeth
Sure he is helping :)
Lovely write!
what a beautiful kitten.. so soft and furry--- the color of stones.
One of our kitties likes to walk across my computer and then turn around and lay down on top of the keyboard...she's seeking warmth I suppose.
Exquisite. I love this.
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