Valsa George Poetry Poems

Sudden was the descent of poetry on me
I tottered under its weight
My body heated up like the sun
A frying egg yolk on the pan
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When letters wait
to pounce on a blank page
when thoughts crowd the mind
like frothing scum in a pond
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‘Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt
and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen'

- Leonardo da Vinci
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