That blank canvas
sprawled out calmly,
lightly beneath me
felt the air's seductive tinge.
That sensuous rhythm
at which materials intertwine
Oh, it's waiting to get plastered
with only the finest paint of ecstasy.
Author notes
I don't know where this came from...but it did.
A contest entry
- We Are Walking In Cracked Sunshine and Fractured Memories {Prewrites!!} by rainbows..
800 points, ended July 8, 223 entries
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Comments
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Wow. The imagery and metaphor in this was brillaint. This all flowed so well together. Thanks for entering this into my contest.
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Terrific poem
This was good -
well writen
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