here is a poem
designed to burn
a delicious
murmur into your
he(art)
to leap and bounce
t(here)
crun(ching) that now
rock-like organ
so it will
bleed joy and bliss
messy like finger paint
on your now child-like
countenance
melt a puddle of self
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Hurrah! Favorite words: messy like fingerpaint! Used to love to do this with my children and then my grandchildren….such freedom in messyness! 🙂 Did you ever fingerpaint in chocolate pudding? 🙂
I couldn’t talk about that here 😉
Oh, yes–call us back into the wonder of childhood. Nicely done, Paul.
We need to wake that child… I need fingerpaint now.
Great!!
I think we all like the fingerpaint thing. It’s such an instant evocation of childhood, and creativity and freedom.
Nice description of the purpose of a poem to melt the self.
I’m clapping, loudly!
ahem … I’m not even going to mention where my mind ended up …. so okay, maybe it’s just me then?
interesting words …. open to interpretations I guess 😖
I am melting, bleeding joy and bliss !
I see both you and Lillian have been reading the 50 shades!
Great imagery!
Dwight
I just love the exuberance and wit of this poem. Each time I read my smile gets a little bigger.
LivELy
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‘Meltyness’ – such a brilliant title, Paul! Your poem with all the words has definitely burnt
a delicious murmur into my heart, especially the lines:
‘messy like finger paint
on your now child-like
countenance
melt a puddle of self’.
Great poetry. Thank you
You brought back happy memories of finger-painting. The title us perfect.
yes wonderful. I caught a child absent-mindedly skipping up the school(High school)corridor on Monday, she didn’t know there was someone watching. I thought how wonderful it is to be a child. finger paints and skipping.