My Favorite Painter Is The Sky Poem by Bull Hawking
My Favorite Painter Is The Sky
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My favorite painter is the sky
Spilling her pots before
The sun is uo
watch them run along that ridge
Above those trees
Around broken clouds
She dashes now to clean it up
Before the day
Smearing well the colors
Mixing magic in her haste
Laughing at her hurry
I boil a pot on my stove for her
and whistle
My favorite poet is the wind
Sunday, December 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: afterlife
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4/23/2024 1:30:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Ha ha...you got it...by golly...did I say golly....I could have said girly....anyway you are so perceptive...glad you liked it cause I wanted you to like it....cause...it was for you.