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Still My Mind

With my brush in hand I stroked
a line across my screen...
The letters were colored with bright
emotions that sit so serene...
And now today there are musical sounds
that ride up and down my words in tune...
Its the construction of a painting with poetic
lines and song to follow soon...
A paper canvas is a playground to create and unwind...
Whether on the ivory keys or across the strings
my favorite instument is still my mind...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Edwards Avatar
December 24, 2011 at 5:43 AM
A true artist in any form Michael xxx
Andresen Avatar
December 23, 2011 at 12:34 PM
Like always Michael,very well written. Christmashugs from Anne-Lise
Minardi Avatar
December 22, 2011 at 9:29 AM
You close this poem with a perfect line.. poet's mind is a sacred playground, only you can visit but lonely you'll never feel.
Cooper Avatar
December 22, 2011 at 12:30 AM
lovely words michael!
Long Avatar
December 18, 2011 at 8:47 PM
this is awesome.. and your last line is brilliant. merry christmas my friend cory
Neels Avatar
December 18, 2011 at 7:57 AM
now you have to tell me why??? come now.. you like me I shy away from rhyme lol
Neels Avatar
December 18, 2011 at 7:54 AM
I love that last line Michael, it brings this gem of yours full circle :) love this write of yours. love Wilma
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