ALONG THE PAINTED WORDS

Then into the dawning

The bringing of the day

The gentle waves flow

Through my hair floating

Wow, it is bright on a-plush of wings, proud

Sending, conveying

Like grass bending 

Through the changing winds  

Sometimes I am there 

For away into where

I needed in a melody 

Suspended swept i kept

Onto my back into the painted words shone

As the day wore on

Got me hanging lightly

A gray mirror blackened

Sunkened at midnight

Submerging my face

Wide open mountain

Feeling escape and alive 

So much it's right now

Long as I can be free

The places from my shell until dark

I find this spot and this spot is special to me

So far as i know be here

Lifting my voice on smoke

Does it not i know what comes up 

Must come down in sleep

Many times i'm in a white fog 

In the clouds when the rain drops

Looks like this picture 

Got my dim head out of focus 

Into that harsh light

Exposed into the blue water 

Distorted over the rise

For a glimpse found

If any time lapses

Through flat pieces of new glass

Under the moon

Framed in wood

Leaves the room

Painted a window, roll, cloud, roll

I am feeling courageous

Reviews

[Nico Wiersema]

Great rhythm and I like the way you work with colours in this poem. I was intrigued by the title. The Painted Word: what does he mean? 5 stars.

[Robert Robbie Lord Dudley]

to call forth a picture to bring about a feeling a whole cluster
close enough to feel what's below and surrounding me just so like paintings can effect illusion of something else painted underneath