Strokes with no rhyme, the shades of art
The ceaseless longings in my heart
In restless whine, the green of time
I seek to hush its stirring
Colors blur, afraid, unsure
But finally believing
Silent voices, brilliant lines
By eloquence deceiving (?)
Tease and stay by night and day
As silk and satin dreams do fly
And surge with promise, false or honest?
Fact and fancy merging
Line on line true wisdom’s sign
Oh may I see it shining!
More I plead, still more it binds
With deeper roots entwining
Painting still, against my will
The dreaded rose unfurling
Thrill and soar, but just before
The agony of dying
Shattered inkwell, broken quill
A canvas torn, the brush is still
And out of emptiness the fullness,
Taking back my “never”
Willing now to be made one
Or solitary ever
Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.
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I’m thrilled that you’ve enjoyed my work so much johncoyote! The best compliment is a share 🙂
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I did enjoy your work.
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I enjoyed your work today. Your poetry is amazing and worthwhile.
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Thank you so much for saying so! It makes sharing my “children” so worthwhile. I’ll be checking out your site
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You are welcome and I enjoyed your work.
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