Boundaries
By Louise178
Thu, 28 Oct 2010
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A painted leaf on a tree
the flower you sketched
I gasped, inhaled the air
in wonder at such genius
I touched the coloured texture
of the different planes
You somehow took me
put me in a world of image
And now I sense, I firmly hold
your interpretation close to me.
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Ooh, I'm going to thoroughly
Permalink Submitted by RachelPatricia on
Ooh, I'm going to thoroughly enjoy disecting this, Louise :)
First thing that sprung to mind was a tattoo of some sort - am I close? Have only read it twice so apologies if I'm way off the mark, will be reading it again later to try to understand your intentions better. Beautiful poem and very much enjoyed,
Rachel xx
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Thanks for the clues! Will
Permalink Submitted by RachelPatricia on
Thanks for the clues! Will try again soon ;o)
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I think it is something a
I think it is something a child has modelled. I think it is great. I caught my breath along with the poet while reading it
;)
pia
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Is it about the ways other
Is it about the ways other people see us? Love how this works so simply and in so few words. Fab.
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How beautiful- I would never
How beautiful- I would never have guessed at Cezanne but I extracted a painter from it- thought of Van Gogh but that is very mundane isn't it?
;)Pia
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Ah, I was just going to say
Permalink Submitted by RachelPatricia on
Ah, I was just going to say that, honest ;o)
Was fun analysing this, Louise, and now that you've helped us to read between the lines, I love this poem all the more :)
Rachel xx
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