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Dry Brushes
I signed your cast with a red felt pen
they said you wouldn't paint again
as thick oils dry and crack
you start to take it back
then all the colours
begin to run
vibrant as
morning
sun
Published 1st Oct 2021
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2nd Oct 2021 2:34am
Beautiful piece on human
resilience.
I enjoyed the rhyme scheme.
It adds an extra element and
aids in the flow of the piece.
Good luck in the comp.
resilience.
I enjoyed the rhyme scheme.
It adds an extra element and
aids in the flow of the piece.
Good luck in the comp.
11th Nov 2021 8:10pm
3rd Oct 2021 1:00pm
11th Nov 2021 8:11pm
5th Oct 2021 12:06pm
I normally don't care for “shape” poetry, but you do it very well here. The rhymes fall into each other with enviable rhythm and flow, and the downward-pyramid shape adds to that.
11th Nov 2021 8:12pm
