Life Painting

She came like a thief in the night
seeking my possession.

Sleek

Moving here, there
and, everywhere she moved
my eyes tried to follow
through her sensual dance
with snow.

Ripples from the pen
ride fluidic waves
across a vacant page
filling it with passion
from this heart on fire.

Memories of love beneath
a thousand moons recalled
in a dissonant interval
between the dark and light
of dreams where once, the
river cried
gifting me new liquid
with which to further paint
the canvas of my soul

~*~

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Shared with Thursday Think Tank #82 

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles

9 thoughts on “Life Painting”

  1. I was thinking about the fluidity of paint, then I go to your poem first! Whoah…stunning and magical!
    Well Done~

  2. I agree… this is just beautiful. I especially like this:

    Ripples from the pen
    ride fluidic waves
    across a vacant page
    filling it with passion
    from this heart on fire.

  3. This is beautiful. The last lines are especially lovely. I love thinking about the ‘canvas of the soul.’

  4. really bren this is gorgeous…love the flow and imagery….i particularly like the last stanza as you move through very deftly…keep painting it…one of my favs of yours…

  5. That pic is awesome, and the cat thinks you did it justice too with your verse that came due, pic is still wow though.

  6. Perfect, so perfect … I’m left speechless … plus I will be lifeless, if I don’t get some “shuteye” pretty soon … but then again I am a cat and have 9 lifes … wonder which one I’m on … In any case, blessed be, my lovely friend. Always, cat.

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