Paint the sky a hue that you have never seen. 
Paint a cave and sit with your own darkness. 
Paint a wave and ride it to the sun. 

Paint with your fingers, toes. Nose. Suppose your body is a brush. 
Paint the silence. 

Paint the pure white spaces in between. 
Paint the clacked-black angered zen, and then 
Paint the poem. 


A little repetition for dVerse. Come play.

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10 Responses to Refrain 

  1. Helen says:

    OH … I love how you painted this anaphora.

  2. Rob Kistner says:

    This kicks butt my friend! Excellent writing. I love basking in the way your writer’s mind shines.

  3. Mish says:

    I love the way you paint. 🙂

  4. Love that you ended the perfect painting into words…

  5. Oh, your imagery is immaculate and beautiful.

  6. Oh how lovely is this!

  7. merrildsmith says:

    I love this! It dances.
    “Paint the silence.

    Paint the pure white spaces in between.”

  8. Kir Piccini says:

    “Your body is a brush” …what a wonderful way to think about creativity and what you are capable of
    I just loved this

  9. sanaarizvi says:

    Oh this is absolutely exquisite! 😀

  10. lillian says:

    Late to the posting and the reading. How do you do it, my friend? This is stunning in its simplicity. Just beautiful. The first line has us in our imagination and affirming, we can do this….so positive….so doing the magical then….hush. What a word to inject here. And ending with a poem. LOVING THIS.

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