Shine... Poem by Tina Louise

Shine...



Do not try to colour me in
I live outside the lines
Smudgy edges outline me
I cannot be confined

My life is a work in progress
And cannot be defined
By rules of art or rules of law
I cannot be refined

The shades you see are not from me
But reflections of your mind
The hues you use are what you choose
I cannot be assigned

A sketch an oil a watercolour
I am not organised
The form I take is what I make
I cannot be designed

A line an arc a watermark
Or something more sublime
Create my form from imagery
I will not be aligned

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Mitta Xinindlu 08 September 2008

This is one of the best poems I've ever read in my life

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Tina Louise

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