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of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
edited July 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
i sit here flicking my wrists with paint brush in hand
letting my soul drip onto everything in sight
dashes of colours of emotions
flapping and dapping onto the walls and the carpet
(i'll never get that out!)
and onto my hair and my face and my arms...
my brand new jeans, my brand new shoes,
my brand spankin' new shirt... the one with the little flowers,
ya know which one i mean? yeah that one..

onto my onto my onto my
my my my

but i'm in a rage of creativity, ruining even MY most beloved things
but what is beloved?
is it tangible? is it material? can you rub it against your face?
can you run it across your stomache?
or is what is beloved inside your head, inside your chest...
inside your body
that warmth running through you like water...
that you can feel on even cloudy days
or days of snow..?

flick flick flick
red blue yellow
mixing to green orange and purple...

do you dream in color?
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • nailz100nailz100 Posts: 1,176
    "She dreams in colors, she dreams in red...she will rise above it"
    To quote PJ

    Nice one Jess. I especially like the questions this poem asks, as I find asking myself the same ones from time to time. A colorful poem from a colorful lady.
    Only with our eyes closed can we truly see
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Originally posted by nailz100
    "She dreams in colors, she dreams in red...she will rise above it"
    To quote PJ

    Nice one Jess. I especially like the questions this poem asks, as I find asking myself the same ones from time to time. A colorful poem from a colorful lady.


    :):):)

    Thanks so much nailz. yay! i'm a colorful lady! :D
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • nailz100nailz100 Posts: 1,176
    As if you didn't know that already...
    You have a special gift of almost making me see what you are writing about...as well as feel it. I don't know how to explain it, but with every poem you write I feel like I am actually waching the stories in person...kind of like reading a book that you are really into. If only I could paint with such bright colors.
    Only with our eyes closed can we truly see
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    nailz... it's awesome that you can SEE and FEEL my words!!!! nothing is better than connecting through your art. :)

    word.
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    "She comes in colours everywhere, she's like a rainbow"

    Hmmm, the Stones wrote this one about you in a former life, I assume. :D

    Lovely, just lovely! :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Ooh!! Grazi! :D

    You're precious, Being Enlightened, just precious.
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
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