Entrapped Poetry
What would a hunter ever do with empty canvas, oils and brush?
Maybe with ease he might entrap the finest hues of poetry:
Catching moments in time and then painting them for eternity.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.