there once was a girl
who liked to watch colours swirl
while dripping paint in a twirl
she would adjust light to compose
the wavelengths of her depicted prose
in shades and hues of an equal dose
to reflect, absorb or replace
when soft bristles tint the white space
her acrylics splash in grace,
the spectrum of her mind
such vivid images to unbind
and esoteric answers she would find
forth from the glass prism
Apr 21, 2012
glass prism
About This Poem
Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Up to "the white space," I
Up to "the white space," I love this.
I paint too and know the feeling,
not sure where the glass comes into this,
I liked the title introducing just this poem,
but wanted something that echoed the thought of glass.
The two lines I wasn't so excited about were:-
"her acrylics splash in grace,"
"forth from the glass prism"
Not sure what to say about this,
I liked the overall idea very much
but I think it needs weaving together a little more.
Just me Ann
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hi Nordic cloud,
thanks for the feedback as it is muchly appreciated. Its the glass prism because its in the glass prism that u can see the spectrum of colours. The basics u know, rgby....and i will take another look into weaving it...thanks.