She dances through life in wild colour,
curling existence within love's pulse.
She tattoes an image in your mind,
then instantly becomes
a laughing changeling,
flicking new vision's
upon thought's weaving windows.
She will beguile,
folding herself into your will.
And yet,
she blinks with winged features
challenging perception's spectacular decision.
She flirts in rainbow swirls in one fine moment,
then coaxes the darkness
with soft brush of insanity.
Vivid impressions of prophecy
scream her elusive ideas
and she defies discussion.
For she is the roaming hope
of mankind's spontaneous, soft soul.
Author notes
Art! Who comprehends her? With whom can one consult concerning this great goddess?
Ludwig van Beethoven
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A contest entry
- contest. by Kathraina.
460 points, ended October 6, 7 entries
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Comments
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a good piece of poetry penned here with a pen that spills fantastic ink across life, ah art, the lady of fine colour who spins dreams inito the vacant stare as the brush whips inspiration into a frenzy.
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Excellent
So very creative and well expressed. Another fabulous write. You did great with this one. Best of luck in the contest
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