Painting The Poet

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Painting The Poet

I try to hide
in your branches
of gold
You paint my words
my soul
in primary colors
so bright
unable to be concealed
in shadow or light
Naked I stand
illuminated
Your brush strokes
bold and sure

Angela Minard 2010©

Comments

Ann said…
You always impress me with your poems. This is just beautiful
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Erik said…
Beautiful words. I wish people wrote poetry like that about me.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Paula said…
Love the words, straight from your soul!
I used to use dark color for bvery long lately I found myself adding GODL to my art therapy. I even imagined my inner kid climbing a golden sunbeam - towards the light.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Joanne Olivieri said…
Ah Angela, this is THE BEST you've written. It has a profound message yet in a simple, clear and concise style. Love it!
Monday, April 26, 2010
Anonymous said…
This is one of the most beautiful poems you have written!!!!

Superman
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Angela said…
Thank you:)

I'm feeling very inspired lately!
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Hot Rocks said…
I love this poem. You are a very talented writer!
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
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