Tuesday, May 07, 2013

Paint Me With Colors That Know Not My Name



paint me with colors
that know not my name
sprinkle me with dust
of knowledge and fame

'cause I will live today
and tomorrow too
dark clouds flow away
smiling at the rainbow new

I grow young with simmering stars
and play with the shadowy moon
my dreams show me the path
destination by noon

paint me with colors
that resonate with verses
of poetic freedom
love and bliss
paint me today
as I close my eyes
and to the gift of life, I pray


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40 comments:

  1. This is so intense and deep.
    Loved the last stanza.
    Beautifully written and meaningfully expressed! :)

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  2. Loved the progression here...had a very nice flow to it. Great work :)

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  3. I specially like that last verse ~ Happy spring day to you ~

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  4. This is absolutely gorgeous =) Such passion but such elegant expression!

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  5. so good to read this....loved the third stanza....

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  6. Beautiful poem. I really like the line "paint me with colors..." :)

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  7. loved the title... it speaks the language of carefree spirit full of hope... Simply beautiful GS:)

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  8. "and to the gift of life, I pray". Probably most characters in a painting are whispering that prayer. Mona Lisa for how many years?
    Very inventive and heart tugging, G.S.

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  9. This is truly great!

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  10. Glorious! I love this one :D

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  11. Simmering stars and shadowy moon. Love that. This was a hard image to write to and you nailed it.

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  12. Love the opening lines -
    "paint me with colors
    that know not my name..."
    A beautiful cry to be a unique being! Delightful!

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  13. Such a beauty, I have been actually waiting for any such stuff from you....and bang on....this is gorgeous :)

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    1. Thanks so much ... finally my attempts bore fruit :-P

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  14. Aahh..lovely imagery, use of colours, dreams and cravings carves it into an exquisite piece...great writing :)

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  15. Words a nymph would speak as she gathers stardust and words along life's path :)

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