painting to the poem

TRACY BAGNALL

Stoke on Trent, United Kingdom

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I thank you
clouds as black as my heart
beautiful immortal
me and you and blue skies,
watch the colours falling to the ground,
eternal,
restless,
realised,
resolute,
righteous,
elegance,
reality,
gentle ,
inventive.
one life,
pounding,
understanding-me.
A universe in your mind,
death is not the end.
I stand naked with a knife in my hand.
just one tiny miricle,
inside the tears of frustration build.
Could it be the rising sun?
No more events that can not feel.
The first time I kissed your lips,
the flowers blossomed in her garden of delight,
There is no time but the present.
to make your senses clear.
There is no love quite as pleasant.
As the one I can’t hold dear.
So I am holding out for someone.
A love so far from reason.

Taken from the list of extracts on my friend Andys page. A subliminal poem translated into pictures with words,’ All just a bit of silliness really.’ Guess the quote and you win!………what?, I have no idea, It is all a figment of your imagionations anyway, but as It was pointed out to me the other day,
“If I am a figment of my imagination…… then my imagination really sucks”, borrowed from
incognita

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