of glass, with dotted lines

What would you make of me
if I came constructed
of glass, with dotted lines
and paint-by-number instructions?

I’ve a feeling you’d ignore the rules
and use your own created color hues.

After all, my opaque countenance
adapts to artistic rendition
and holds the mold
of chemical suspension.

Put on pause, positioned
in the turbulence of our connected eyes,
realize; beneath this sculpted guise
I operate my own intentions.

 

wow that is really great that rocks!!!! woo thank you very much so much so much for sharing

 

Yeah, another really good poem from 'Fulmah'.
Give us more!!!!!!!!

 

Ponder...

that is a stanza
full of poise and
rippling with empathy.

well done.

 

~* Damn that was great! I can't think of anything else to say...*wanders off to reread it*

 

i love the openness you offer...
yet for you to choose..

love npeace from saff


to know another is to remember them whole......

 

Loved it. That's all I have to say.