cans with wet
color lips &
brushes
touches
heaven's essence,
evanescence
on canvas,
i try to
capture,
calling it you
your feathers tickle
enfolding me
leaving/leading
my lips can no
longer contain the
hymns they are holding
you sigh thunder
& rabbits on distant hills
stop mid-hop to
smell the air
spilt paint
everywhere.
Tell a story in 55 words. Give it a try or just read more, go see g-man.
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Most beautiful Brian! I particularly love "my lips can no longer contain the hymns they are holding" :) Have a wonderful day or night, whatever time it may be there.
Sing it loud, Brian! Ohhh, this is gorgeous.
Spilt paint makes the best kind of finger paint.
I figured as much...hehehehe
Son, you tickle my canvas with your way with words every day.
Loved your 55!!
Thanks for playing, thanks for your awesome support, thanks for sharing your perfect Heart of love with us all...have a Kick Ass Week-End
Galen
spilt paint everywhere....this is most beautiful mate :)
Aw, geez. My heart just got all mushy. Time to fingerpaint, I guess. Hee hee. :-)
Pure genius. And amazingly, in 55 words. Such an articus interruptus even the rabbits are taking a lesson. An excellent love poem, light and not too sweet, just right.
Oh so lovely!
ok, is it angels?
Kat
"my lips can no longer contain the hymns they are holding"
Really nice!
=)
oh bri - that's beautiful - love the color lips...so there's poetry everywhere...smiles..sing on..
Hi! Brian...
Being an artist...I can so "connect" or "relate" with the words in your poem. (Nice use Of 55 words too!)
Thanks, for sharing!
[Another poem to print-out and add to "me" pocket before midnight.
Happy Poem in Your Pocket Day!]
DeeDee ;-D
This is a great poem good job!
"my lips can no longer contain the hymns they are holding" love that :)
I've always been curious and wonder how you find your inspiration to write such great poems on a daily basis.
Spilt paint everywhere, seems like a lot of fun after all.
Okay, now who's going to clean this up???
Bursting forth with creativity and spirit here.
Oh so magical, I can see the vibrant colors of spilt paint.
You were painting when this came to you, weren't you? Possibly an easter themed masterpiece?
Sorry, it's the investigator in me coming out :-)
Wow! Just wow. You've got the art, the nature, the sensuality and big heart -- it's just... wow.
As always, I love your writing.
Happy Friday 55!
did those rabbits spill the paint..to paint this beautiful canvas...very nice..bkm
Tight. Not a wasted word among all the spilled paint. lol Wicked flowing rhymes too.
no sense crying over spilt paint. Heavy 55, B.
Great poem! Love the alliteration. It has a perfect flow.
wow...first time here. first time linking with Emily and I am blown away by all words. 55 words huh? I am always struck by those that can write poems..yours is beautiful..like ya wanna get lost in it kinda way..
xo
As am I, Tiffini, as am I. LOVE this Brian.
...evanescence on canvas... that's what you do ...
You've become abstract today. I like it.
Fantastic job Brian.
It goes a bit like my most recent paining. lol
The comments made this more explosively beautiful.
all well deserved comments! wonderful write, Brian!
I cannot finish a complete thought in 55 words let alone tell a story!!
Well done Brian.
simply gorgeous! ...spilt paint everywhere...I love this!
I just love the way you put words together in ways I've never seen before. Really love the "You sigh thunder" stanza...
This is really beautiful, love.
Favorite parts:
"I try to capture, calling it you"
"You sigh thunder"
And, of course, the rabbits. :)
Thanks for another Friday 55!
Mine's here. :)
Decadent...and purely sensual. Loved this 55, Brian.
I'm thinking that we all want to see your paintings...
Love those hymns, too. And those last lines. May have to try this whole 55 thing at some point.
Cans with wet color lips - your imagination amazes me! So prolific!! I'd be jealous, but I enjoy it too much.
You really have a way with words, Brian! I enjoyed this piece. I can't believe you have already written your peace for 55. Thanks for stopping by and leaving your words of encouragement on my triumph and tears blog.
Beautiful. Truly. You do capture evanescence, spilt paint and all...
It's simply beautiful Brian!
There you go, Brian! You've just got a way with words!
How can I have stayed away so long when you write as beautifully as this ....
You hit the jackpot with these lines:
my lips can no
longer contain the
hymns they are holding
Ha! Don't you love it?
Some great lines in this.
Mannnn.. you got me with this one..
abbits on distant hills stop mid-hop to smell the air?
spilt paint everywhere.
A huge grin!
Not a single word wasted!!
Beautiful song indeed.. :D
weekend Hugs xx
Beautiful Brian, for sure.
Ahh!! You must be speaking of all the splashes of color that announces the arrival of spring! So beautifully put Brian.
Hugs
SueAnn
Pure art.
Marvellous. Every one a winner ... they just get better and better.
wow
love this!
Your paint a beautiful picture with your words that have feeling...Love it Brian, as always!
Beautiful, the rhythm of this poem is just lovely.
beautiful Brian...☺
This is beautiful!
No one writes of it like you do
Nice, Brian... my imagination really gets to run with this canvass ;)
Oh my! 'You sigh thunder & rabbits on distant hills...' That's wonderful! Makes me think O Robert Graves' WHITE GODDESS.
You paint with words!
very nice
So pretty! I can't believe what you can create out of 55 words. Amazingly talented!
You paint such pastoral visions with your artistic 55! Loved it. Hope you and yours have a sweet weekend....
Yeah, who cares about the paint spilling when there are wet lips in the picture!
Sometimes it's like that - something wanting so much to be born from within whether through words or paint or film.
Good to the last line...which I liked a lot.
Ilove the imagery. Thanks for playing!
Well I'm not sure I totally get this -- but that's my problem with poetry, I'm always trying to nail it down. But I can appreciate the imagery here...so that's something, right? Particularly love the line about lips not containing hymns they are holding -- like that quite a lot.
Love this line Brian "my lips can no
longer contain the
hymns they are holding" Beautiful 55.
It's Spring! Well it's supposed to be, but we haven't had much spring here yet. Nice 55. :)
I was singing hymns this morning! Felt great.
xo
Oh those tickling feathers will get you every time .... this is so nice!
Such an artist you are, Brian dear, in every medium - words, music, painting - I've never heard you sing....perhaps you should record something for us here!
My 55 is at:
http://rnsane.blogspot.com/2011/04/friday-flash-55-those-were-days-april.html
http://whitesnake45.blogspot.com/2011/04/saturdays-look-forward-kb-birthday.html
Your Invite, family welcome to come...
I've missed reading your blog. What a lovely thing to enjoy after so much time. Wonderful as always, Brian
I can see the bunnies a hoppin...sorry for the spilt paint! :( Lovely as always!
That's QUITE the picture you painted. :)
"cans with wet / color lips..." so brilliant a description.. you've painted such a vivid scene, I swear I, too, could smell the rain... fabulous 55 ~
Love this, excellent, perfect. We must have paint on the brain these days.
Painted quite the picture with your words
Sending the images out like singing birds
Yeah that one needed work
But it's been a few days sense I came to lurk
So cut the cat some slack
As I always come back
"my lips can no
longer contain the
hymns they are holding"
This entire piece was earth shattering to the heart and soul...the lines above are my favourite...just saying.
Beautiful Brian --- artistic license in poetic verse.
joanny
What a lovely poem, Brian. Love the "cans with wet/color lips" and the entire 4th stanza. Beautiful! It's amazing that this is only 55 words. It says so much in such a compressed space. Great job!
"my lips can no
longer contain the
hymns they are holding"
yes, i know that feeling. you are endlessly offering me inspiration :)
So evocatively sensual! Lovely.
Sounds as if you could be doing a Jackson Pollock.
bam! i like it.
you sigh thunder, wow, and the rabbits all stop...this makes me very happy and kind of safe
Wonderful Brian :)
This is my favorite of yours I've read so far! I love so much about it but would have to think of the right words to describe what it makes me feel. :)
one can never resist tickling feathers
The beauty of what you write, takes us on journeys where the road forks a thousand different directions.
Each path leads somewhere and I want to experience each journey and every turn.
As always your touch with words is astounding! Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my 55 entry last week!
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