A sweet switch dab to the palet,
the simple blend of this color to that.
The blues turned to purples, then reds,
like a softly seen rainbow high in the sky.
Like a hand wrapped and tangled
through a lovers lost fingers.
Embraced in the warmth of together
among the thick drip drop blobs of paint.
And at last a strip drip strain of a stain
landed longing forever on her lovers freed chest.
Author notes
using decastich form.... i kind of like the idea of a 10 line poem
oh yea and thanks to the carefully planned man
and i hope yall like it.. a painted perspective
A contest entry
- Short Lived Short Form #25 by Samplette.
425 points, ended June 9, 2007, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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A nice write. A lot of imagery throughtout. Thank you for entering the contest.
Sam
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