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Tags for the Poetess
Label-love in art form
we call this poetry
Label we ourselves
as though words
must grow on trees
My labels change
With new self knowing
I harvest my own
words worth growing
So far I think myself
a painful gain
My words keep falling
With the constant rain
I once spoke of glowing
Sunrise, sunset, color rainbows
A bright and hopeful writer
that was me
My joy still peaks out into view
Yet still a sadder me for you
I wear bright war paint
That's as cheery as I seem to get
we call this poetry
Label we ourselves
as though words
must grow on trees
My labels change
With new self knowing
I harvest my own
words worth growing
So far I think myself
a painful gain
My words keep falling
With the constant rain
I once spoke of glowing
Sunrise, sunset, color rainbows
A bright and hopeful writer
that was me
My joy still peaks out into view
Yet still a sadder me for you
I wear bright war paint
That's as cheery as I seem to get
Published 14th Nov 2019
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14th Nov 2019 6:51am
'I wear bright war paint
That's as cheery as I seem to get'.
[To my taste preferable - a woman that usually wears make up coming in not wearing it usually makes me think something's up]
Love the picture painted of words as something harvested like something grown in a field or garden. Conjures mental picture of Ceres the harvest goddess.
That's as cheery as I seem to get'.
[To my taste preferable - a woman that usually wears make up coming in not wearing it usually makes me think something's up]
Love the picture painted of words as something harvested like something grown in a field or garden. Conjures mental picture of Ceres the harvest goddess.
