Painting Pictures

Painting Pictures

A Poem by insanity
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I wrote this one after watching a random re-run of Bob Ross's painting show on PBS, all I'll say is 'happy little trees'.

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Little bird

Sitting on the branch

Twittering quietly

With just a silent word

Unleash the avalanche

From high upon your tree

Here they come

Their words like bullets

Raining from the skies

Listen to their lies
Soaring like comets

To the eagle’s cries

As it flies

Toward the indigo moon

Behind it the stars glimmer

Like jewels on an ebony cloth

As the birds shout and swoon

The lava begins to simmer

As the lake smolders with froth

 

In our bitter infancy

We were joined together

Separated by circumstance

And a menagerie

Of vibrant color

In an endless dance

With the world in view

Rugged and silent

The canvas stands

Tried and true

Breaking the covenant

Of the shifting sands

Made of the fireflies

Like burning embers

Illuminating the perfect dark

It’s no surprise

You cannot start fires

Without a spark

We must learn

To find what’s true

And forget our past

It’s for you I yearn

I long to be with you

To make our love last

© 2009 insanity


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Added on October 20, 2009

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