Poem, Seeping

A poem is seeping through my thoughts,
not one with rhymes and lines and meters
but a message of
hues and sparkles and tinkling sounds, unrelated to cadences
I have read and tried before….

I want to paint you a picture of love
yet will not paint with brushes and pens on stiff cream board

My picture will be a bouquet of sense flashes. splashes, gushes
during my days without you:-

blonde, freckles, hand holding, skipping, caressing,
sighs, squeezing, yearning

and a paint pot of dreams and memories.

UK, May 1986

About Ed Medley

Ed Medley has been on a random walk for over 50 years. Many scribbles and snapshots at this site are from his vagabond transits; others are from his decades of international experience in geological and geotechnical engineering, academia, and mineral exploration prospecting.
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