Never flows, never blows,
the rainbow of color on a painter’s heart.
Never dulls, never dispose, the attained color on a painter’s heart.
Never oppose, never enclose, the color of freedom on a painter’s heart.
Never impose, never arose, the dark colors of a painter’s heart.
Never froze, never dose, the dripping colors of a painter’s heart.
Never throws, never slows, the running colors of a painter’s heart.
Never expose, never knows, the true color of a painter’s heart.
Never suppose, never nose, the real feelings in a poet’s heart.
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Author:
marijoy (
Offline) - Published: June 24th, 2019 08:20
- Comment from author about the poem: This is an inspiration from Michael Edwards, our paint and poet. It is rare to find the two together.
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I feel really honoured - I'll print this off and keep it in my studio - thank you so much for the dedication.
The honor is mine. Thank you.
yet, always exposes, the painters heart.
Yes, right. This is what we want. To turn upside down everybody’s heart. Thanks for your comment
A fit and worthy tribute to our painter-poet friend Michael whose work thrills us all day after day............. thank you for sharing it marijoy
No! Thank you Fay. I love your poems too. It is a blessing to have people exposing they work here. It is a blessing and I want to have more time available to write poetry. I thank you all with my heart ❤️
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