In my dreams...
Depths of water and
floating
in a never seen tunnel
taken
with greens,
Moss on
each side,
The silver
falling
of pure
fresh peace,
In my dreams…
Brush strokes paint
rich green with bits
of white here…
Hints of night blue
there…
In my dreams…
Africa’s on golden fire,
Sahara’s the rightful
Worlds crown
of dear
Mother Earth…
In my dreams…
Dipping into night dreams
Making
them breath
to my brushes…
Author notes
. Dreams tell me about my journy in this life...about my soul and everything that makes me myself.
I have beautiful dreams...to recreate the colors and the places I see would be my brush's inspiration...
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A contest entry
- A Painter's Brush! by Ted E Bare.
300 points, ended May 22, 2008, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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The layout and syntax of the poem adds to the effect and makes it awesome
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This is good. Made me remeber a few dreams I've had. Except mine were in an under water ruined city, sort of like Atlantis but way creepier. Anyways I'm getting away from the point...well done and nice style.
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