Hmmm... it appears I've been self inspired.




Dreams XVI


dancing through my dreams
a canvas exposes light
and shades that script a landscape
mixed with thick titanium white
there are stubbled ox-hair brushes
and bubbles floating through the room
while outside with intense profoundness
sits an ever gazed on moon
the marks I make become blurry
as a mountain turns into a lake
and flowers begin divining
for the art of water's take
sojourning in this workroom
through dreams and through my day
I am gifted imagination
as by the eyes of a child's play





Poetry by Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-11-19 at 08:08

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