Your art is understated and thus beautiful.
Your poetry is so filled with richness it almost overwhelms who you are.
Talent spills out of you
as if the world is the tome of having read everything
and thought about everything
and the only thing left
is the tracing of colors and shapes on paper.
…as if the world is the tome of having read everything
and thought about everything
and the only thing left
is the tracing of colors and shapes on paper.
Thomas–poetry spills out of me! In fact,change the the first two lines to read ‘All art is understated and thus beautiful.’ and ‘All poetry is so filled with richness it almost overwhelms who you are.’ and you’ve got yourself quite a poem. Don’t you think?
January 9, 2012 at 11:00 pm
Your art is understated and thus beautiful.
Your poetry is so filled with richness it almost overwhelms who you are.
Talent spills out of you
as if the world is the tome of having read everything
and thought about everything
and the only thing left
is the tracing of colors and shapes on paper.
January 9, 2012 at 11:02 pm
Darned, Jim,
I meant: Your poetry is so filled with richness it almost overwhelms who I am.
Not what it says. I can neither think nor write tonight.
January 11, 2012 at 5:23 am
…as if the world is the tome of having read everything
and thought about everything
and the only thing left
is the tracing of colors and shapes on paper.
Thomas–poetry spills out of me! In fact,change the the first two lines to read ‘All art is understated and thus beautiful.’ and ‘All poetry is so filled with richness it almost overwhelms who you are.’ and you’ve got yourself quite a poem. Don’t you think?