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What's
new from the
Poetry
Café?
Sign up now for the Acrylic Poetry Workshop - See the Maincourse Page for more Over the past few months the artisitc expression of painting has been finding it's way into the Poetry Café. This first time visit to the acrylic side of art saw the sale of two original pieces, a second being commissioned and the fusion of poetry and paint. ![]() ![]() i am the muse and i am the art...
i am a watercolor breathing new rhythm scripting new territory with the stroke of my brush it bleeds crimson from the caved hollow inside my rib stains the soul's pocket stitched to my heart i lure dusty black crows from the clouds of my eye and they haunt their dark frenzy into my hands and i pound the night into ink with the wildness of their muse with my hands upraised let the hue annoint me let the cobalt and fuscia spill down my arms let every good resin stain my teeth i am the gaping pigment of a sky blown wide open the smoking dust of a fired gun a pale reed strangling on a flow of emotion i am ancient rhythm rooted in texture a flurry of whitewash and i brush myself alive - barbara mitchell |
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