Sonnet 115 B Co-Write with KJC
As virgal wisps of atmospheric streamspervade my moments, idle memories
collages, captured thoughts in colored dreams
soft brushes paint sweet wordless harmonies
beckoning into melodious themes
timeless yesterday's painted scenes living in me
gently live music lifts from oils redeemed
seeing instrumental sounds brush freely
soft colors blushing on my canvas flesh
vibrant dream scene etched with loving stroke
palette filled new dreams, new colors, fresh
touching softly tips on wisps of smoke.
Flesh desires die, cut throat red, new garment
rising from coloured songs. Art why lament?
Sonnet by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-04-01 at 22:26
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