Day 4: Where Poetry Hides

Poetry hides in:

my cat, Squeakers, mysterious eyes where she hides memories of her past just like I;

trapped within sealed sun faded boxes of an ancient childhood; within the notes of a Stevie Nicks song;

early evening sanding job when I become mesmerized by the electric sander, face mask and wood dust

You can find my #Inktober drawing here

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Rose Ketring

Rose Ketring is an artist and writer who uses a variety of methods--from collage to acrylic to prose--to convey stories and experiences. My process follows into those dark corners to find threads of light. In the absence of meaning, creation continues where words can’t travel.

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