He cannot orchestrate
the entranced colors,
the thing that makes him try.
He is inhabited by the cosmos
and all of his creations
becomes all of his children.
~ by Aquatic Poetry on January 30, 2011.
Posted in Poetry Tags: Aquatic Poetry, Artist, children, colors, cosmos, creation, Experimental Poetry, malene raun, Orchestrate, poem, Poetry
Oh, how true this is! They are one’s children and we can be Proud of them at times, as well as discouraged by their behaviour! Writer’s are Artists of words and our paintings scream just as loudly as the those whose tools are brush and paint! Nice verse, sweetie!!!
dldselfnarration said this on January 30, 2011 at 10:14 PM
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