08-28-2007, 02:48 PM
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Last Online: 05-02-2012 12:30 PM
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The Next Painting
The Next Painting
Someone whispers, calls my name
I turn quickly and see myself.
That world wants me back
“come back.” I forget now.
A painting on the wall invites me in.
to a fantasy world where nature speaks.
I reach to grasp a small painted hand,
a self portrait of myself.
slimy paint runs up my arm
Our fingers lock.
We are Image on canvas,
the next picture of us.
In laughter, we both jump.
magenta, cyan, and cadmium yellow
thoughts swirl like a hurricane.
Glass breaks in the frame
We descend on ripples.
The smell of oil paint rises
filling my nostril like a drug.
I stand in front of an empty canvas.
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Jolie
"You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You must do the thing which you think you cannot do." (Eleanor Roosevelt)
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