Category: Abstract Poem

Grey Matter

Every day she celebrated

Her life, as if her birthday;

Day, the birth of a new idea

Filtered through her grey matter

And spelled imagery.

Her symbolism not universal

And Yeats left his impressions when

She busied into curating Byzantium.

Some tweeting!

Her search….

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