Into a masterpiece
By well-wisher
Tue, 22 May 2012
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Into a masterpiece, I walked for miles;
put my hand deep and brushed against the brushstrokes;
closed my eyes and felt the colours;
a silken soft and fragrant rainbow;
felt the warmth of golds and creams and yellows upon my face
and the cooling, tickling trickle of aquamarine and silver.
Upon the window, my sister knocked and waved to me
but I was not ready yet to return to that flat, rectangular world.
I was still lost in the beauty of a summer day.
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I really admire the way you
I really admire the way you have actually made the colours tangible, that's never easy to pull- off convincingly yet you seem to have made it seem so. Well done.
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very nicely coloured and
Permalink Submitted by ephraim crud on
very nicely coloured and composed.
thank you for sharing.
regards, eph.
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I loved this especially as I
I loved this especially as I discovered synaesthesia recently via a novel & then after seeing the recent Gaugin exhibition. I'm convinced he had this condition.
Great poem.
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