Paint Me As A Field of Golden Poppies
Paint me as a field of golden poppies
With translucent evening skies above
Set me in fine print, or carve me out of stone
When you sculpt Euterpe’s flute of bone
Make me into a melody, tuned to your liking
While you sing me for a million ears to hear
Design me as you would an arc or column
Or cast me as Matsu upon the pier
Write pages, scenes of laughter and of drama
About me, and act them on the stage
But in the evening put your arms around me
So no one in this world may see my face
5 Comments
July 14, 2008 at 12:09 am
limesaresweet
2005-03-16 11:31 pm UTC (link) Select
I really really like this one nina. It’s really melodic and the message is really clear, nice job. (not like poetry’s a job, but you know)
July 14, 2008 at 12:09 am
_theatre_geek_
2005-03-17 06:29 am UTC (link) Select
I just thought that the flow of this poem was really nice. I love the ending, since its a bit different, yet completely understandable.
July 14, 2008 at 12:10 am
tidal_wave_00
2005-03-17 09:41 am UTC (link) Select
Wow. this is amaazinng and awesome. really good
July 14, 2008 at 12:10 am
c0me_what_may
2005-03-17 10:15 am UTC (link) Select
i still have that piece of paper on the front of my notebook that says “Nina is my favorite poet.”
July 14, 2008 at 12:11 am
wishuponaclam
2005-03-17 01:10 pm UTC (link) Select
this doesn have an amazing flow, i agree. and its prettyful and wonderful and i claim you as my personal poet