Monday, October 31, 2016

The abstract painting



The painting is a book, but no words are in sight
The book is a mystery taking flight
The painting is abstract, so I will never really have your insight
The colours are expressions, feelings to be shown
Swirling and twirling, an everlasting flow
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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousNovember 9, 2016 at 9:05 AM

    I like the way you expressed the abstract painting, this is a really good poem!

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  2. Lynn DNovember 9, 2016 at 9:10 AM

    Mikeya, your poem is so descriptive. I really loved it!

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