Soul Painter

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Soul Painter

Slipping slowly into sleeping minds...
Silent thief of dreams...
Fingers steady, slowly;
Smiling...
Humming as I work in utter silence...
Staring solemnly, shaking...
Feeling, tasting...
Emotions resting new
and wet on my brush...
Tedious, careful...
Working, not waking...
Your mind is whispering into my ear.
The colors of serenity and insanity
flow with each nocturnal sigh.
The thoughts you think,
chill to the bone...
And my breath on your neck
makes you stir in your sleep.
Quiet;
Crying...
Blue my canvas with your sweet salty sadness...
Balancing, fragile...
Understanding; feeling...
Flying on borrowed wings.
Red emotion upon the blue -
a piece of forgotten, half-rotten fruit...
Your eyes; windows to your spirit.
Collecting, cautiously...
Slow and smooth sure strokes...
Until faintly, finally, finishing;
My work is done....
but only for one less life.
If ever you should feel a sudden absense; Hear;
A fading whisper in the cool, calm night
almost ending outside your open window...
Close your eyes..
Submit to silent sweet slumber...
It's only I,
the soul painter.

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jadienblu commented on Soul Painter

07-09-2009

damn... you didnt win with this one ....these 'judges' amaze me at the poems they have chosen thus far....idiots ...10 from me...

denraylind commented on Soul Painter

05-14-2009

love the title and imagery.

DeepEclipse commented on Soul Painter

04-13-2009

Smoothly written. I like how you worked the verbage in there. Gave it a mysterious feeling.

Scorpius commented on Soul Painter

02-26-2009

This is beautiful. The feeling of indulgence of the moment compressed with the evident detachment of the spirit left me breathless.

dahlusion commented on Soul Painter

12-03-2008

This is full of life—your life. I feel the walls tumbling around me in chaotic orbital sequence.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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