…. somewhere, he is standing with a brush in
one hand and another trapped between his teeth,
oblivious to the drops of paint that have fallen on his
collar, on the floor beside him, on the top of his
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I admit this poem so wowed me; I felt tongue tied and could not leave a comment yesterday. I didn't want to detract from it with my randomness. It's so unique and unusual. It really is like a poem painted with a brush. As close as you could ever get to one.
Break on through to the other side, most are scared of what they'l find stops their adventure, nicely done My friend 10+
Christine is not a poet who would just let the first deluge of emotion out she has the ability build waterworks. The bringing together of two apparently diametric voices of Jim Morrison and Pessoa is as breathtaking as the final fusion of white, and black, and burnt orange…. This poem has to be framed and hung in all possible places where Art may want to live
a vivid illustration of the introvert and extrovert in an artist...a pecular sort of lot, , , though I've been there, , , ,
fabulous work. As i m blooming poet, i have learned lot from this.