Poem -

Pieces Of Me

Pieces Of Me

Pieces of memories 
Drifting apart
Consciousness dissipates
 
Time and matter....
 

Onto the canvas 
My logic splatters

Creates abstract art 
With deep patterns and whirls
Colours of violet
Meet brushtrokes of violence....

Colours then merge in unison 
Darkness of anger
Shades of death
Loss & confusion

Paint continues to run
As time lumbers on
The greyness of the situation  
Emotions of grief unfurl 

The centre piece is a shellfish 
That weeps...
 
A clam grieves the loss
Of it's Pearl 

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Tony Taylor

Dear poet brother SYD!
One of the most difficult things a poet can undertake is to paint surrealism with words..... and perhaps I'm stepping outside the bounds of assumption here but it seems to me you're making an effort at the untypical here ~

         ~ "Time and matter.....
             onto the canvass
             my logic splatters.."

I always have enjoyed your forays into the unusual.... this is no exception..... and I apologize if I'm off base here....... but I can only see good things on the horizon for you my friend!!......ALL STARS!!.... well done dear brother poet!!....... LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo ?✴❤
 

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Syd

Hi Tony, my apologies for the late reply. You're not off base, I was trying my hand at something a bit different. Thanks for stopping by my page and leaving feed back. Much appreciated as always.

Take care. Love & rockets also - Syd xo 

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