That tree at night is so beautiful.
I saw it. I saw the beauty.
I claim this vision with my
artist’s eye. My eye so
true you crave to see
the beauty I see. You pose
and claim you saw it too.
You didn’t see it.
I Saw It
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7 responses to “I Saw It”
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I love the phrase ‘I claim this vision with my artist’s eye’ – now that’s beautiful… and original too!
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Alright, you saw it, i didn’t, now give me that saw and the rootbeer on the stump…
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haha–hey, heroic imp, as long as you’re cutting to the heart of things, there’s a big stack of boxes upstairs that wants to be knocked over.
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But I saw you seeing it, and I therefore claim your vision with my observer’s eye.
And your little dog too. -
Dammit! And I was trying so hard to be a ninja artist —
stand between stalks of grass, bend my body to wrap around a breeze.
I think it was the clanky keys that gave me a way.
Or mebbe the little dog.
-Cecil -
sneeze, it was the sneeze
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Yes. I saw it, too. I really did. Will send you a poem by Judson Jerome about what I didn’t see, and neither did you.
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