Together on the clipped lawn
nestled in their cages
grown from tender seedlings
I bragged about my crop
cheek to cheek upon their blossoms
I nurtured them for weeks
but did not see the cancer bloom
black beneath the blush
my well-meaning watering
had rot them from inside
and they drank until they split
and died upon the vine.
– TERESA KIPLINGER
photo by zanda photography
I spend hours late in the evening exploring creative sites and blogs, but those rare instances in which I am captivated, pulled in by, and I’ll admit not a little envious of an artist I discover, are few and far between. Tonight, though, I had one of those very moments when I discovered your work. You’re a true artist, and I am very eager to see your new collection.
Your work is amazing. It inspires me to keep going, to find my own spot. I love how you combine your talents.
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