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by Alligator, Egypt Oct 4, 2004
  Poetry

  

I hold my feather and dip it into the color
And start to draw my first line,
My hands are thinking which line is right
My heart is saying the line behind love’s barbed wire!
My mind is telling there aren’t any lines; it’s just a desire,
But I keep on trying to follow my color.
I chose the white and began to paint on the white panel.
I saw your body been completed in admire,
I drew your face and touched your hair with my feather,
I smelled your heaven before I trace it, as a dream; I went inside my feather and disappeared,
I swam into the big white sea and your breathe lifted me,
I was dropped right after in your heaven and saw you inviting me to dinner,
It was a strawberry with jasmines in your golden cover,
White Chocolate was drowning the grass,
I took a bunch of grapes and made the beverage,
I told the bees to come and kiss it, and the butterflies come and bless it.
I shouted, “hey wind” come and make a spun sugar for my lover!!
Sun has come too, she was very excited to flame our fire.
Moon joins us also but as a ranger this time also not just a figure!
The feather was moving us from line to line and from wire to wire!!
We wavered and all of our friends especially our moon was dancing with us
While the feather plying her rhythm.
Is this an Angel with you? They asked!! I answered “Yes, my Angel and my lover”.
So let us invite Venus, she wants to sing for you both the lullaby,
We danced a lot and when she came she sang and gave advice,
She said, “Oh, Me! I never saw such a beauty, I never saw such a white tow souls, you two are angels, be aware of enemies, be aware of going out this panel position”
I held you more and embraced you till the color dried,
No one will dare to change the painting, no one have power!!
It will be hang on the sky, se every blossom and flower on earth can watch and join us in honor.





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To me, writing poems is like when I need to scream and get everything out of me!
It's food for my soul!
It's like the crying of a child asking for his toy!
It's like the most beautiful view on earth!

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Comments


Ricky | Oct 12th, 2004
Very inspiring for artists everywhere!



nice
melanie mae | Nov 21st, 2004
i hope you don't mind but i am going to print this out for my poetry class ;)

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