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fragile thoughts soon forgotten

Thursday, June 22, 2006

sister


giggles erupt
the room recycles
paint-fumes and the
art of conversation.
brush strokes across canvas,
thick colours,
blending like the
blood we share.
relating on
paper and in life.
sister, youthful semblence
of me
yet completely her own.
sipping cups of tea we
simmer and steep,
deep, confiding,
letting the paint dry.
a picture-perfect hour.

6 Comments:

At 8:38 AM, Blogger .a. said...

Emily, i LOVE this one!
makes me want a sister =)
keep writing!
A.

 
At 6:35 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

So let's all have tea together when everyone comes for the BIG OCCASION in a montth.

 
At 6:55 AM, Blogger kanadians in korea said...

sounds wonderful ma! :)

 
At 7:20 PM, Blogger meredow said...

em, thanks for sharing your home & your city & your old school & your thoughts & your tea & your paints & your wisdom with me this year! i wouldn't trade it for anything!

 
At 10:06 PM, Blogger Keith Dow said...

crazy sisters.

 
At 8:31 AM, Blogger Virginia said...

I really enjoyed that poem too, Emily. It makes me thankful that even though I don't have a blood related sister, that I have kindred spirits around this globe that are great substitutes. Thanks!

 

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