DON'T LET ME PLAY WITH PAINT  

interested13563 53M
985 posts
7/6/2005 11:21 am

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6/4/2006 4:03 pm

DON'T LET ME PLAY WITH PAINT


Locked in a room of straight-line geometry
I pass my days drawing windows on the solid walls.
With nostalgy for unseen galaxies
I weave rain streams on a dream glass panel,
dew to the taste and bitterness of wet soil.
It MUST be raining again.
It is a day drawn like a smile on beloved lips.
But night comes with its own demands and its thoughts.
There IS a dream and I must find it.
For the sake of the poet I draw stars on the ceiling:
this is Serius - that is Andromeda -
these two are her eyes; they blink to the wind.
It must be the wind of the nightly angels
who seek the greatest idiot to play with.
As I expected, they have found ME.
They must have identified me by the bad taste of my art.
But I have deceived them.
I can see them, now, flapping their wings
over the muddy waters of my fake dreams.
This sea has not given birth but to dead swallows.
I accelerate time licking two lips - I almost faint
but when the moment came to draw Dawn
I ran out of paint.


Copyright 2005 by interested13563


_CoffeeNoCream_ 52F

7/8/2005 3:36 am

thanks for painting your picture with words


papyrina 51F
21133 posts
7/8/2005 6:29 am

that was lovely

hands over bright yellow ,orrnage,blue,all the colurs of the rainblow to paint your way to the dawn of a new day


I'm a

and
i'm here to stay


interested13563 53M
2557 posts
7/8/2005 9:35 am

Thanks for all the comments! I appreciate your reading!


cajunpet 70M
1185 posts
7/8/2005 1:03 pm

I enjoy reading your poems.


Take care.
Keep On Blogging!!!! Have a great day.

Cajun Pet


rm_FreeLove999 46F
16127 posts
7/8/2005 1:29 pm

WOW! that is so vivid. it reminds me of this SA poet, James Small, an apartheid-era political prisoner, who wrote about being stuck in prison and trying to hold onto what flowers, they sky, childrens laughter and love were like ...



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interested13563 53M
2557 posts
7/9/2005 11:15 am

FreeLove : So many people are in prison!
For many the prison is social or even mental but it is just as bad.


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