A certain somebody, with a glint in those eyes
Stares down at my sullen face from above
With a pitiful smile, they spurt out ice
All over my naked skin and shove
My clear soul aside and smirk
At my precious musings
As I duly overwork
Apperceiving
My self
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In the end all you want is a pen that writes well and a life that you've lived well.
Story Of The Footloose 
OK! and you can laugh at yourself too.
I am laughing at myself right now. It feels really good. Thank you dear angel in the dust. 🙂
Dude wonderful idea for visual poetry. I was also thinking along these lines to mix painting and poetry and then I saw you did it 🙂 I love the fractals at the source of spillage and also the idea of reflection there
It would be really interesting to see what you do with the idea. In fact you could do it rather beautifully with your colours. Looking forward to it.
Wow! Magnificent! BTW, I love how you have your words formed into that shape! ❤
Thank you Claudia. 🙂