Sunday, July 16, 2017

I dream my painting and I paint my dream.



I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.

© Iva Borisova
Am I chasing dreams in circles?
One ends another starts
Beginning after the end
I fancy many faces
Each peculiar than other
To live so many lives
Each different than another
Can I swim in all the oceans?
Not all at once, but
Maybe one at a time.

Yes I crave all of it
Lights sounds visuals and touches
No strings of times and spaces
Across the length and breadth
Height thickness contrast and bright
All of it runs in circles
Concentric and conjoined
Can I mill around them all?
Not all at once, but
Maybe one at a time.
 

5 comments:

  1. I enjoyed reading your poem, very creative. Well done.

    Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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  2. One by one can be a fine run!

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  3. What a beautiful stream of thoughts... Isn't this exactly what life is all about? Painting out our dreams one by one.

    Blog rolling you. Do drop by mine.

    Cheers,
    CRD

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