Posted by Leisa Pierce on March 26, 1999 at 15:33:00:
coastal
my words have dried up
i woke feeling as though
i should paint.
is this age..
aging in my veins..
what right have i
to question....
a dream, a thought..
what's a desire
when trains trail
a memory..
words are gone..
is there a hue left
to venture..
a brush to paint
a canvas full -
an array of words
splattered thru
an image in shades..
views one can see.
a scene to venerate.
i get so lost in here
in there..
among trees and oceanviews
diving, delving..
and a right to distinguish
differences in layers
and tastes of
penetrating emotion.
Leisa
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