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Inspired by walking around Atlanta.

If I could

communicate with the sidewalk

I would make words

with the lights that blurred

the street

I would connect our

paths in the dark

with bloodless

graffiti

I would create fire in

blackness

the shadowed rooms

of foreign patter, and

bridge our frag-

mented

fear

maps

I would paint culture

in the endless eventide

and translate untitled messages

through colorated art

I would walk the

street veinways,

find the guiding

tunnels through our

brick living space.

I would start a motion fair

where crowds of rhythms rained

a festival of paint that spoke

through doors.

I would 

make

poetry.

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

What a vivid description of this place you call poetry... I absolutely love IT!!

Art has no limits, and here you showcase the spirit of your town..the foundation of your soul...

Fabulous write, Eric!
I'm impressed! :)

[Eric Pudalov]

Thank you again Robbie. I agree, art has no limits, except what we place on it, right?

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Exactly!... I think you are onto something, my friend! lol ;)

[Eric Pudalov]

I think you may be right!!

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Glad you see my way of thinking! :))))