Paint and Plaster
So what, in essence, is this thing called paint?
A coloured liquid which, applied to plaster,
will fuse and forge a thing securer, faster,
and far more comely than before. How quaint!
Attaching thought to walls is not restraint,
not loss. It dries, and then the thought feels vaster!
And plaster’s porous, not like alabaster,
and so it’s fixed. The link twixt tint and taint!
It’s nice to think that Piccolomini fought
back tears of pride, the frescoes having stirred
sublime emotions: positively purred
to see his forebear honoured in this sort.
Alas, too soon he was, himself, interred.
And thus our high ambitions come to nought.
Categories:
securer,
Form: Sonnet
I imagine ... sitting next to him... he
Smiling... Than he comes closer… And
Tells me a joke to cheer me up than ill
Smile like crazy.... He will look in my eyes
And put his hand around me and push me
Towards his chest where his heart beats...
I will feel the warmth and I’ll feel securer
Than ever… and he will hold me tighter ... no
Other place I would want to be.... The best
Place ... I forget my problems..... I remind
Myself that life is beautiful and I believe in
My self and the beauty of the rhythm of
His heart makes me fall asleep slowly and
Slowly till I close my eyes and feel like I’m
In heaven.
Categories:
securer, cute love,
Form: Free verse