Elixirs of Eternal Breath

Wouldn't it be exquisite to write
     the way Monet lavishly
            painted masterpieces,
or Beethoven composed profoundly
           simpatico symphonies,
graciously script epic sentiments as
      utterly stunning as Neruda's
             elixirs of enchanting poetry ~

Sell my soul for all eternity to
     exhale  infinite breaths amidst such 
                indubitably undying creations
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November 8, 2016 at 9:39 PM
soulspeak, unending immeasurable breaths. shall we laugh at mortality and count ourselves unending? or shall we place periods to punctuate our gasps and die in our self-creation? I sense you have escaped — there are no periods at the end of your poems ... allows the reader to resume the ride without feeling left out of your thoughts ... undying creation?
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October 9, 2016 at 10:12 AM
A gorgeous write!
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October 9, 2016 at 10:23 AM
Many thanks for your attentive responses! You made my day. :)
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