When you can't paint with colours,
Paint with words;
When you can paint with words,
Do you really need the colours?
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I didn't realize what you were talking about till I read this poem to the end and it's so profound. I especially know this feeling all too well.
Cute!! I loved it, Anna. Chocochip Icecream and pizza could be in a poem, I really had no idea. Amazing. I am going to read this whole book. ^.^
for me they are puppies who I see and end up adopting :P they keep seeking me out ;) some of them bite :P beautiful metaphor
This is wonderful! You describe the randomness of poetic inspiration so well :)
I love the thought of hidden words making themselves flitter about. It's beautiful. And you have to catch them, it's a must. The word must go on. Visual and gorgeous.
This was so interesting and fun :) I wish I could write like this. But meters and rhythms and rhymes - it all goes over my head.