March 18, 2009
Brush strokes of red, yellows and
Topaz blue gliding
Gentle, strong with desire
These layers, upon layers
Shed light on my soul
Intentional
Lifting me back onto my feet
With each touch
The colors vibrate, all over the page
The paper gleams with circles
Of every color
And my heart quickens a few steps
More-- I am back again.
A rythmic beat in the background
The walls spin
Nothing else matters
But this moment of pride
Look what has been created
It doesn't matter
There is no perfection
A jewel in a crazy world
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I once read "Poetry does NOT have to rhyme" and now I know how to identify it. There is rhythm in that verse you wrote and you have reflected it so beautifully. It was almost like I could visualize it while reading.. the colors and the music.
Colors shedding light on the soul - that is SO deep.
Keep writing! You're awesome!
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