Taken Away

Posted: August 2, 2014 in poetry
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The painting hangs before me
The colors, the textures, the scene
all blend together and I am taken away.

Seeing no brush strokes or colors
I am  taken away to a place.

The song is sung before me
The notes, the voice, the words
all meld into a wave  and I am taken away.

Hearing no words or melody
I am taken away to a place.

No remembering of each color or note
brush stroke or voice
The beauty is in the feeling and it takes me.

You stand before me . . . .

DSS

 

 

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Comments
  1. Yes! Beautiful poem! Great job! 🙂
    I’ve felt this “taken-away” way when looking at paintings AND at “paintings” and when hearing music AND when hearing “music”. Sigh.
    HUGS!!! 🙂

    Like

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