The glowing of the colors
filled the room
like no one could ever dream.
Golds and blues
line up as eyes drift over
the wet paint of the summer morning.
Capturing in the single moment
the bottled up emotions
that no one has ever seen.
Small paint brush pausing,
looking into the window
of the peaceful soul.
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
What do you think? How can I improve? What was your least favorite part? Your favorite?
Comments
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I don't think you could improve at all on this lovely write. My favourite part was until the first period. It flows nicely. I didn't have a least favourite part. It is a poem that can be very inspiring to some. Good luck in the contest! With your skills, I would't be suprised if you left it with gold^_^
Emma
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