No one dare whisper
wind not blown; nary a breeze
and inclement thoughts cross horizon
splintering over clear sky on sunny day
and vision penciled in black & white
without use of discriminatory colors
A poem for visual artists and imagists ~S~
I try to paint words and write colors. Some will say it's just a mescaline flashback but it's what I do.
Neato!
A poem for visual artists and imagists ~S~
I try to paint words and
I try to paint words and write colors. Some will say it's just a mescaline flashback but it's what I do.