Borrow My Fingers' Voice
BORROW MY FINGERS’ VOICE
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could you, Monet...borrow my fingers’ voice
as my desire runs through your pastel bones?
and in your artist’s blood i mix...by choice
the oiled smudge of me in these dusking tones
through joys and moans, is there time to rejoice,
to sketch love’s hand, though inks plummet as stones?
on canvas, a trace of me will remain
i am the sky, the elements, the crane
ottava rima
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--for Brian Strand’s Any 2,4,6 or 8line form—
-- by nette onclaud
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2011
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