Immerse the brush in oiled hues,
blind eyes sense it gliding
effortlessly over the canvas,
concealing what’s white behind.
What Claire paints is a mystery.
The psychologists don’t understand.
She's the one to hoodwink them all,
most view her as one of the damned.
Not a soul can comprehend,
That what she paints is a man’s physique.
The forced touch that can’t be voiced,
No creature will distinguish it’s me.
Author notes
This is the only one that I've ryhmed. I hate ryhming. lol. Lets see if you can figure out what the heck this really about!
A contest entry
- poetry contest, the best poems you ever written by bedovich.
350 points, ended April 29, 2007, 24 entries
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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indeed, bedovich, a challenging piece to decipher. I think I have an idea but its complicated so it's probly wrong because I'm insane and don't make sense most of the time.
I think the rhyming wasn't bad, but some words sounded a little out of place. The flow was good and the beat was kept throughout.
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i want to hear your thoughts- even if it's complicated. this was one of those things you write that, when you begin, you don't even really know yourself what you're getting at. When I finished it, everything made sense in my head.
so hit me.
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sounds great
this is challenging
short and expressive i have to come back for this one to read it with a fine peace of mind
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