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Painting with Words
The one's that have gone before
stand in the longest of lines
all looking to the same place
just above the eyes
in the centre of my forehead
I feel them now
Pulling thoughts
down from the sky is fine
but it's nice to know
who they are coming from
and it's good to feel
all those smiles
while I'm sat here
painting with words
If it's a dark picture
it can seem a bit like a naughty child
holding the brushes
and helping me with the paint pots
At those times
I feel the tears streaming down
but I always know
I just have to look up
And we can look up any time we want
stand in the longest of lines
all looking to the same place
just above the eyes
in the centre of my forehead
I feel them now
Pulling thoughts
down from the sky is fine
but it's nice to know
who they are coming from
and it's good to feel
all those smiles
while I'm sat here
painting with words
If it's a dark picture
it can seem a bit like a naughty child
holding the brushes
and helping me with the paint pots
At those times
I feel the tears streaming down
but I always know
I just have to look up
And we can look up any time we want
Published 5th Dec 2009
| Edited 18th Jul 2012
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5th Dec 2009 7:44pm
5th Dec 2009 7:57pm
Anonymous
5th Dec 2009 7:45pm
Nice poem. The imagery slides over one like a gentle stream, and the central theme compels. I hope that your palette never runs dry of fresh colours, and that your brush remains bristly and useful:-)
5th Dec 2009 7:55pm
...well I'm relatively clean shaven today, Jack - but thank you for your lovely description and comment.
