
In the field before us
there are no trees nor chimney smoke,
though it’s cold and white, nor snow about
Under freezing light
we harden, crumble
our detritus mars the scape
© Chagall 2013
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In the field before us
there are no trees nor chimney smoke,
though it’s cold and white, nor snow about
Under freezing light
we harden, crumble
our detritus mars the scape
© Chagall 2013

A bold stroke. You superimposed a solidly rendered image with a potent, if abstract, commentary on a human character. Well-accomplished, considering the fewness of the lines. Fine stuff!
Thank you, Iris. Your comments are very meaty: mindful and visceral. —Chagall
They are sincere too. I hope you noticed that part as well.
😀
Sincerity is difficult to glean in this setting, though I did infer – rather than notice – that you are sincere. The quality of your own writing serves to bolster that conclusion. —Chagall
Thank you for the compliment (I suppose). And your inference is good enough for me. 😀
You are welcome; the compliment is very real. (There goes that sincerity thing again . . .) 🙂 —Chagall