26/9/16 Trying to take a snapshot of my mind
This is my canvas.
Each keystroke, is a colour.
These words form my pictures.
This face, on this page,
is staring at you,
hard, into your eyes.
Steel blue meeting...
In my mind's eye these letters dance,
the words march
like animated monsters,
regimented and precise.
The colours swirl like a gymnast's ribbon
in her most intricate and elaborate floor routine.
My mind devours the emptiness, gulps it in
and regurgitates emotional rainbows,
images and ideas; staccato...