Trompe-l'œil L’Assemblage by Michael Douglas Jones ©2024 Original artwork available at Gallery 322 I would save, she would share; we were opposites attracting. I would rage, she would whisper; I was cold to her compassion. I was sinner, she was saint; together, we were all the world; the way that it will always be; for you would not know her warmth, had you not felt my chill. ❦ |
Trompe-l'œil L’Assemblage by Michael Douglas Jones ©2024 Original artwork available at Gallery 322 Snow shower, sugar powder, dry and drifting down the White’s Ferry road, where I walk, winter warm, recalling summer girls, with funnel cake faces, waiting for the Ferris Wheel. ❦ |
 |
Trompe-l'œil L’Assemblage by Michael Douglas Jones ©2024 Original artwork SOLD at Gallery 322 |
The cage was in the eye of the gaoler;
the song was in the heart of the bird,
and the bars could not hold it,
no matter the size of the cage.
❦
