Paint me a picture with the minimum of words.
Sing me a song through syllables and verbs.
Compose me a serenade with colourful verse.
Create me a dream with metaphor - but terse.
Somewhere my mind can escape through rhymes
where my heart can dance to your rhythmic lines.

Paint me an ocean with your deep penned emotion.
Add a little sun that will set me in motion.
Colour me a sky with shades of natural beauty,
so can I bathe in its splendour you've created for me.
Place me on a cloud so I can drift through your vision
and roam through the worlds that all poets imagine.




©Jon.London 2010
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Rumbling thunder is heard in the East
Lightning strikes in the West
The rain cascades down my back
But I feel no unrest

This hill I’m climbing is so steep
I’ve been here for years
I can’t remember where I’m going
But I will cry no tears

I’ve not seen the sun in days
Everything is dark
Can’t see where to place my feet
But I will hit my mark

No matter what may come my way
I’ll make the best of it
I’ll put my best foot forward
And I will never quit