Paint and Poetry
I
Throw myself into my poetry
Fling myself until I bleed
Until I'm knee deep in similes
Until from my eyes seep seas of salty seeds
Spiraling in the double helix of hyperboles
Hyper..
Hy..per..ven..
Hyperventilating
I Am the paint
I Am the poetry
I'm abstract and multi-hued
With 60 shades of blue
My imagery is true
I have no apologies for you
Just a PSA
You may leave with paint splatters on your brain
That's the vice of a voyeur
That's the limerick liquor
My paint doesn't fit quietly in the canvas corners
I careen violently across the borders
I will not be quartered
I cannot be contained
My greens blast from my being
Shooting my stanzas
Crashing the canvas
Like a smoothie gone loony
My reds are marooning
Crooning, in crimson
Til they collide into the vision
My metaphors are mushrooming into magentas
Bursting through a plethora of placentas
Just ta'
Just ta'
Just to permeate my purple
Sending me in circles
Now my symbols are cyphering
Cyphering...
Cyphering...
Cyphering...
Glimpses of gold rings
Grinning at gravity
The effervescence of my espresso
Drinks in drops of yellow
Jupiter is live tonight
Poetry personified
I am She and She is I
And my black is my pride
And my black is my flight
The Raven Always Flies
STILL, I rise
That's the rhythm of my reprise
And the juxtaposition
Of my purpose and my passion
Equals ascending acceleration
So my colors burst through the prism
Because the light is right
And the tide is high
The moon is in my eyes
The sun is on my side
And I, am Flight
Copyright © Ndiana Effiom | Year Posted 2016
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