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Me on our Alaska 2005 cruise excursion to the Yukon
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Sunny day, I drive up to North Yukon's greenery, yellow dandelions and purple violets. Spring had sprung, trees were green, shimmering water in streams and lakes was clear sky blue. The trees' wet and shiny green new leaves shimmered too; the firewood turning gray they'd save it for next fall. (50)
My old truck helped the scene, its fenders rusting green, trusty old Ford pickup made nineteen-forty-one. Put me in the picture, driving clothes gave semblance of humanity's warmth. Viewers would want to join blues in jeans and jacket, red and white shirt, white shoes. (44)
Bumper, bed boards, and chrome Fences, siding and roof, propane tank and faucets, with the chair all blend in. Artists call them fillers. My painting brush goes wild with colors abounding. Seems as everything I do is stitched with its color. (41)
The brush does not mind, it enjoys the pozazz. (9)
Notes:
1. I think this would stand alone without illustrations, what say you?
2. My Grandfather H had an old truck of this model, real pretty back then.
I rode with him a lot, hauling his stud horse around to visit the neighbors.
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-We were instructed to use the phrase of W.S. Merwin’s line of poetry, "everything I do is stitched with its color. Our directions were to write a poem with 144 words or less, I chose the 144 challenge, the paragraph ending numbers are the number of words in its write.
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Labels: dVerse prompt, Fiction, Jim's Life, Poem, prose poem, Story Poem, Syllabic Form
