The sky a painted ceiling
unpainted white patches remaining
Golden rays of feeling
Unfinished splotches moisture retaining
Multicolored arc brushed
from wall to wall
Rusty horizon blushed
The floor a green drop cloth shall
Flowered drops from a rainbow speckle the ground
Crumpled rumpled green cloth hills
Banging paint tin thunder sounds
Running river paint spills
Footprints lead the way
to a masterpiece unfinished .....
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sorenbarrett (
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Good write SB.
But why is that gal in the video wearing a pair of curtains?! lol.
Thanks Orchi curtains are to open and close just like the mind.
If that dress was a brown colour, we would say 'What's that old sack she's wearing?' lol.
A child observes, begins to interpret, acquires language attempts to marry the two (well some do, at least0and then describe has, for me, much resonance in this poem, Soren.
Thanks Dave appreciate the read and most kind words of understanding.
Hey Dave you need to write some more poems I've run out of ones to review
No you haven't Soren - you just have avoided some of my more 'controversial' and /or obnoxious ones - and who can blame you?
Anyway, as I've already told you - there's no obligation!
Beautiful.
Thank you so much Thomas for the read and kind word.
That masterpiece will never be finished within our minds soren.
Andy
Thanks Gold and so it is no thing is ever finished. I appreciate the read and comment friend.
From the eyes of a child indeed, what a stunning vision of simple innocence and happiness without rules. 🌹
Thank you Teddy as always you humble me with your words. They are most appreciated friend.
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