Watercolor Desert

June 8, 2008
By Morgan Chesley, Kasilof, AK

My brush flows across this
Blank white desert, making
Rivers of color
Streams of light
Lines, curves, blurs
Form the horizon, as
Sun sets on the savanna.
My mind is no longer
In my head, but
My eyes, and my hand
Controls the existence of
Yet another world.

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on Aug. 21 2008 at 9:05 pm
Wow, this poem is so beautiful! I love watercolors too and this totally illustrates what it's like. I have no criticisms...this is true poetry! :)


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