A soul like a canvas
The earth stood still
exclaiming exuberance
A painter brushes
The cosmos shook
A mighty roar burst forth
of form and color
Light appeared
filling the void
This ancient soul
proclaiming profundity
The power of passion
shining in brilliance
Nothing could be seen
The sun was born
stroked on a canvas
The stars were many suns
sketching life’s journey
This magnificent birth
was brushed longingly
stroked by many
touched by one
The spheres rotated
The axis turned
This canvas nearly torn
form in motion
Color changed with light
This desire, This passion
exclaiming lovers’ climax
proclaiming sensuous power
This painting of love
Dale, your words absolutely move me! I think you have painted a masterpiece yourself here with words. FINE POETRY! Fantastic mind! I enjoyed reading this.
So vivid in imagery. Speaks aloud the colors of the heart. Lisa
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on September 12, 2003
CJ ... this is why many love art and the participation in it. It is are giving 'birth' that keeps us writing and painting and singing and dancing. We love the fulfillment of what we do and you did this poem and idea so well. Bill Murray
The imagery in this is really quuite breathtaking. Outstanding.
~Chrissie
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on September 12, 2003
CJ,
This is excellent!
"This ancient soul
proclaiming profundity
The power of passion
shining in brilliance
Nothing could be seen
The sun was born
stroked on a canvas
The stars were many suns
sketching life’s journey "
PJ
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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Teresa Emilie
Very well written.
S
Reindeer
Best regards,
Leland
*Marlene*
Absolutely beautiful
once again...
Trixie :)
Love Tinka
~Chrissie
This is excellent!
"This ancient soul
proclaiming profundity
The power of passion
shining in brilliance
Nothing could be seen
The sun was born
stroked on a canvas
The stars were many suns
sketching life’s journey "
PJ