Poet and Painter
By lupus tenebrae
I stared then , for the longest hour yet
before my headlights uttered,
“You’re a blank vinaigrette”.
Colourless, prism-lit acidity,
the jet black lotus, contrasts
your transparent skin, deep
As it had fallen into drowning
pools,
where our time should have ended,
at the cemetery
And yet, oddly, I felt alive that day,
when your visors met
with mine,
irises, matching thanks
Between one way windows,
upon their sills,
a poet, and a painter,
could have been something
more.
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Copyright 2012 lupus tenebrae
Author's Note:
Sometimes, it's just not meant to be, no matter how perfect you are together. Written in a series of kimo.Comments on "Poet and Painter"
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On Friday, November 22, 2013, Sin
(1168) wrote:
I found this clever and delightful. I enjoyed the paned view you painted. ~k
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On Sunday, August 25, 2013, Lux
(299) wrote:
I would have been the poet. Mixing colors while he waited, strumming words along for my next piece. Piercing me with things I could never see, and then more. He objects to my color mixing, saying I've made a mess of his pallet, I have no retaliation, for his words breathe life into my ink. This reminded me of a kimono. Drenched silk, flowing ivory and gold.
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On Wednesday, June 6, 2012, blue
(1454) wrote:
heh, you got that right man.
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On Wednesday, June 6, 2012, dwells
(4285) wrote:
Well-pondered thoughts and much maturity shown in the knowing that indeed, some ships just pass in the night.
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A former member wrote:
very nice piece its a great read thanks for sharing