ALONG THE PAINTED WORDS

Then into the dawning

The bringing of the day

The gentle waves flow

Through my hair floating a-star

Wow, it's bright onto 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 by rest

Onto my back into the painted words shone

As the day wore on

Got me hanging lightly

A gray mirror blackened

Sunken 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 be special to me

So far as i know by this white fog

Lifting my voice on smoke

Does it not know what comes up 

Must come down to sleep

Many times i'm in a white fog 

In the clouds when the rain drops go

Looks like this picture 

I got my dim light out of focus 

Into that harsh level

Exposed into the blue water 

Distorted over the rise

For a glimpse found

If any time lapses

How long does it

Through flat pieces of new glasses

Under the moon

Framed in wood

Leaves the room

Painted a window, roll, cloud, roll, now

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