Paint me a sky of red
Where the sun sleeps under the light of day
Color me a picture of blue
where the water entwines into a frozen mirror of fray
Write me a perfect sonnet, where the crows rest
Above the silver trees, shining starless in a moon-lit glow
Your ink darkens into a black path
Unknowing silhouettes dance upon the streets of darkness

Remember the jeweled sky draped as a blanket of the world
Where you brush upon a lonely meadow
Where the flowers bloom in the coldest of the seasons
And wither upon the sunniest of the days

Each frame stands upon a melancholic definition
An unfinished artwork held by a painter
Whose lifestory told through many colors
Mixing into one path of an apathetic drawing
Where your eyes look upon a frigid motionless scene
An illusion never before seen

He calls it an untitled artwork
Never named therefore never completed
because his life runs through a war of colors
A neverending story of his years
Where a colorless dancer poses for him lifeless
As for his hands that bring to life a motionless scene
An illusion never before scene

Another brilliant writer emerges from cb! I'm looking forward to reading more of your work...what a delight! Your observations mirror those of a seasoned artist and world traveler. Thanks for sharing!

I wish you had a xanga, myspace or any web presence w/ more of your writing! I can't quit reading this!

^Why thank you very much. I really appreciate your compliment. This is the third poem I wrote and I'm glad that everyone seems to be amused by my work. Thank you very much.

Amused?
Hell no.

Try enamored, engrossed and thoroughly engaged in rapturous bliss!
This is absolutely marvelous.

Are you serious?
Is this really the third poem you've ever written?

^Oh yes my third poem. And please, do not flatter me with your hyperboles! But I do appreciate them really. My second poem, I just posted. It wasn't a good one really, but the topit title is called, "Painful Story".

Do you really believe I'm exaggerating? I make a living providing inservices to teachers having difficulty motivating students to write. My livelihood is based on writing.

My commentary is truly heartfelt and honest. I'd be working at Wal-Mart if I was embellishing the truth.

You really should continue to write.

You're definitely not half assing the poetry...
And It's enjoyable to read to me because it stages something
that I can see in my head.

Bellawonderful.

Yeah. I actually like that alot.
Wonderful flow, great imagery, bittersweet underlines.



Best thing I have read on cB so far. Although, I havn't read much. Still...

^aw thanks *starts being nicer*

Wow, this gives me ideas. Good ideas, great awesome job!!!!!!

^thanks ^_^

Wow. Very impressive Yen.
Yes, you should continue writing.