Brittany Dawn Gray

Picasso - Poem by Brittany Dawn Gray

I am in your bed, sitting beside you as I hear you typing.
Each key, a masterpiece being written,
soothing my restlessness —
urging to know what you are composing.
A symphony, perhaps?
The brush strokes of keys,
painting words on a lit canvas.

Topic(s) of this poem: art

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I was laying in bed as my ex-boyfriend was composing a poem on his laptop.

Comments about Picasso by Brittany Dawn Gray

  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/6/2014 7:18:00 PM)

    This a beautiful little write. Great imagery! (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,584 Points Chris G. Vaillancourt (5/6/2014 8:46:00 AM)

    Very engaging and fascinating work (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (5/5/2014 6:11:00 PM)

    fantastic poetry Brittany keep it up.please checkout my poems (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 16,861 Points John Westlake (5/5/2014 4:26:00 PM)

    Very nice. I hope it was not this one. (JOKE) Some people do actually believe that poetry is a symphony of words. This one is. Stay safe (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 5, 2014

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