I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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16 December 2012

Verse Portrait 95. Writers' Group: Bronwyn

Bronwyn has a lover,
likes to say it, likes the word.
She likes to play with words —

sensual, musical, 
shaping stories;
likes to write of deserts

of foreign landscapes, and 
the interior space of the mind; 
by inference the heart.

Her own heart is with the sea
and hints of tribal secrets;
makes of them poems.

In a friend's house I admired 
a sketch, a graceful nude.
She told me, 'Bron did that.'

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