brushstrokes
you put the paintbrush to me,
your canvas
life just underneath the surface
burgeoning
a thin veil between the tip of the brush and the vitality within
then the colors touch
first the blues, then the reds and finally the greens
delicate strokes of creation
and as they begin to bleed into the layers just below the surface,
shapes take form,
undulating outlines emerge
life...
an exquisite being
you create and i respond in kind
you paint and i become
and while the paint is still wet,
the life within begins to take its own shape,
pushing colors here and there
choosing the
perfect arrangement
that sings your
praise
Comments
thank you for the "wows." :) i'll admit it's a little risky for me to post my poetry - it's very precious to me. but i feel this sense of spiritual connection these days that's palpable, and when i wrote this back in november i was feeling that same kind of synchronicity. i'm happy to share that joy.
thanks, again.
Posted by: delara | June 6, 2006 08:48 AM
Wow is right.
I don't even know what to say, except that I hope to learn more about this type of writing, and that you'll be a guide.
Maybe we can collaborate - I can write the music, and you can be the wordsmith. Might be fun. :)
Posted by: Steve | June 5, 2006 10:47 PM
Wonderful imagery, D. Kudos for posting your poetry. :)
Posted by: george | June 5, 2006 01:38 PM
Wow.
*blink*
Very Wow!
Posted by: glenn | June 5, 2006 12:44 PM