Evenings, when in love with an artist.

Whilst he unfolds the meaning
 
of it all, with colour,
 
I find it all in him.
 
But watch and
 
(of course) grasp and consume
 
with bare palms,
 
pockets of his pondering exhale,
 
that lay wondering in the air.
 
Just to taste
 
for a moment, what it is like
 
to unfold the meaning of it
 
all with colour.

◄ Just the three of us.

Mania ►

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Preeti Sinha

Thu 18th Sep 2014 04:55

"Just to taste

for a moment, what it is like

to unfold the meaning of it

all with colour."

This is beautiful, delicate and so tender.

Love it, Charlie :)

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Sat 13th Sep 2014 21:43

maybe-'pockets of his pondering EXHALATIONS'?

great poem,nevertheless!x

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Tommy Carroll

Sat 13th Sep 2014 08:49

(said in a stiff slightly confused manner lacking all natural inflection) ''I am from planet 5K-J890 Alpha and I know not what 'pocketsofhisponderingexhale' means, please explain please.

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Laura Taylor

Fri 12th Sep 2014 16:26

You're a cheeky bleeder Tommy Carroll! :D

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Andy N

Fri 12th Sep 2014 12:30

excellent stuff. i can really see this.

particularly like 'pockets of his pondering exhale' but a top piece all round.

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Tommy Carroll

Fri 12th Sep 2014 09:25

Ladies have you no house-work to do?

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Laura Taylor

Thu 11th Sep 2014 12:57

Mmm beautiful- could almost see smoke swirling around this.

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