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A Small Stone #3
The screen glows
Tiny figures
Run this way
And that
Fire bombs right
Fire Bombs left
Americans told to
Get Out
Revolution in progress
Cairo, Egypt
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Theme Thursday February 3, 2011 Prompt: Paint
PAINT
Paint the medium
That carries the meaning
The power and joy of
Color found in paint,
To "see" paint is a delight
To "smell" paint is a signal
Roll up your sleeves
Often in a museum
Someone is looking
We "feel" it with our eyes
In the hand of the artist
We can even "hear" paint.
Paint belongs to me
I claim it
It sustains me
At the art supply
I run my hand over the tubes
At the hardware store
I read labels
I dream
The stories I tell are with paint
My language is made with paint
I sing paint
I sweat paint
Paint runs through my veins
Cut me
Paint runs from my body
In lovely colors
I am in love with paint
I color my world with paint
There is nothing else
Remove the paint
I shrivel and I die
It is all that is of value
This is not a lesson learned
I knew all this
As a small child
I was born of paint
9 comments:
I love how you were 'made of paint' - what a great take on this prompt! Vibrant, vivid and multi-hued!
I love your revolution stone. And your spirit sings through the paint poem. I especially love "I was born of paint." Cool, Annell!
artistic.
Annell like the stone and its immediacy. Love the paint poem, it stands up and sings your song, your love, your life. And that last line needs a standing ovation,
Elizabeth
"I was born of paint"! I love it.
I still wrestle with color. My red shoes poem, for instance. Thank you for this poem, which encourages me.
And to think, my parents actually had a trip to Egypt booked (last fall) for this month! Needless to say, the tour group called them last week to cancel it! Revolution, indeed.
The second poem, love this, "I was born of paint." That one sentence is a poem in itself. Perfect.
Such different poems, and I like them both. You captured the scary happenings in Cairo well. The second one, I understand so well. I am also a painter and LOVE playing with color. Beautiful.
i was born of paint...i like that...i think each of us a masterpiece in our own...
Really powerful "paint" response. Top one sounds just like a tv news flash.
Love your header pic.
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