Kelli White Poet Blank verse

Devoid

Barren sullen devoid of all color
Blank canvas plastered 
But Ill equipped inequities 
Of casual sexual diversity
Allow my first stroke 
Male model well equipped
Brush pales in size to the 
Instrument God equipped 
Him with Ahh. Mmmm
Sun setting behind 
City’s skyline stars peeking

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Kai Michael Neumann June 29, 2020 at 5:20 AM Very interesting...

Franci Hoffman March 31, 2020 at 12:11 PM Fascinating piece and I love that it can take the reader anywhere he or she may want to be. Kelli White March 31, 2020 at 6:49 PM Yes indeed, lol such is the desire of the reader, love kelli

Lady Labyrinth March 30, 2020 at 9:44 PM Oil obviously, thick, glossy and room temperature...not water colours, that wash off you easily. x Lady Labyrinth April 3, 2020 at 3:50 PM When all else fails, sometimes the more interesting project is to paint yourself. Take that as you will, lol. I literally painted myself once, written on the body, words in three dimension, fascinating concept, the sheets were a real mess. x Kelli White March 31, 2020 at 8:56 AM Yes Lady L sometimes the person is the painting hence the blank board lol. Love Kelli

Jc Hawkens March 30, 2020 at 9:05 PM Ahh. Mmmm Sun setting behind City’s skyline stars peeking. lol Thank you for this entertaining poem JC Hawkens Kelli White March 31, 2020 at 8:57 AM Thank you JC , love kelli

Allright Poet March 29, 2020 at 2:39 AM Where the mind goes the poet writes. A true meaningful hidden instrumental words of sensuality.

John Gondolf March 26, 2020 at 2:11 PM I enjoyed this sensual piece, Kelli, I have always enjoyed letting my mind wander where it will. Hugs, John Kelli White March 26, 2020 at 2:13 PM Lol. One never knows. Thank you again. Kelli

Lady Labyrinth March 25, 2020 at 3:29 PM Love it. Must pull out the paints and brushes again, isolation is a wonderful thing sometimes. x Lady Labyrinth March 30, 2020 at 9:40 PM LOL. Deffo....nothing worse than a talker. Where's the whip? I can see it placed gingerly on the canvas sheet at his feet, while he sits in solitary contemplation, oiled and bronzed, Rodin. Back at you. x Kelli White March 25, 2020 at 5:08 PM Yes and have a formidable mute male model at hand lol. Love you LL, kelli

Gershon Wolf March 25, 2020 at 11:36 AM The new 'test question:' Is it bigger than an artist's brush?! … There you go... Kelli White March 25, 2020 at 5:12 PM I think it depends on the hallucinogenic capabilities at hand such as E, liquid acid, or marijuana laced with your choice to entice and escalate your artistic ability. Love Kelli??

Demetrios Trifiatis March 25, 2020 at 9:11 AM Very well written poem! Warp, tempting , sensual dearest, Kell! Take good care! Kelli White March 25, 2020 at 5:20 PM Ty so much DT. Provocative exploration never hurt anyone. Love Kelli.