The Offering
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- Written November 2025
As the years condemn us
To knocking knees and knobbly joints
With wobbles and tremors,
As stiff fingers jerk into unwanted action
Zig-zagging across the page
Destroying architectural order,
Hoping the eye will reconstruct
An image that thinks it knows
What’s there, stored in memory
But now unseen,
To become a thing of beauty
In the eye of the beholder
And possibly the creator also.
November 2025
When disappointed about a watercolour.