The beginning: white paper –
a rectangle of everywhere light,
a thumbnail of summer’s bleached sky.
After careful work
scattered graphite shadows
amorphous as breath on cold windows
annotate the page.
These jumbled greys
cooperate / frame
the paper’s light until
from a catalogue of darknesses
emerges a fluffy white dog
Out of the Cave 
This is wonderful!
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Really? Thank you. It was hard work to write. Sometimes they turn out choppy.
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Yes, this is really brilliant. Well done!!
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Woof
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Feels so magical! The light and dark are probably not a polarity as much as a spectrum that circles. The darkness slowly leads us to the light. ✨
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Very true. 🙂
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I very much like the title and poem itself. The labor and love of writing, indeed can be meditative and a dogged challenge. 😊💙☀️🌻
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😊. Good one!
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Brilliant. Dauphy now thinks he came from a thesaurus of whiteness!
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Absolutely. 😊
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I like the blending of the sky with the open page. Of course, we all are looking up to see if we can find some fluffy white dogs.
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😂
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love the magical ending, and the process that leads to it 🙂
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Thanks, John. 😊
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So clever! I love the catalogue of darkness. My favourite line. Who knew you could make art out of creating art. Genius
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Thank you💕💕
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