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eBook To Paint in Words: Poems ePub

by Liam O Comain

  • ISBN: 0952420406
  • Category: Poetry
  • Subcategory: Literature
  • Author: Liam O Comain
  • Language: English
  • Publisher: New Poetry,Craft Publications (December 14, 1994)
  • Pages: 48
  • ePub book: 1425 kb
  • Fb2 book: 1845 kb
  • Other: rtf azw lit doc
  • Rating: 4.2
  • Votes: 676

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Listen to this poem: Your browser does not support the audio element. Poems by Liam ó Comáin : 280, 306. prev.

An Irish poet now living in Derry City but originally from Limavady in County Derry in the north of the Island. mor. ll Liam Ó Comáin poems Liam Ó Comáin Books.

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The poetry of liam o’ comain. Just as the oak comes from the acorn so poetry comes from everyday life.

Not Now. The Poetry Of Liam Ó Comáin. Sport & recreation in Derry, Northern Ireland. About the poetry of liam ó comáin. The poetry of liam o’ comain.

If I were a painting instead of a poem I’d use vivid colors on flowers or. .

If I were a painting instead of a poem I’d use vivid colors on flowers or crone. It’s the texture that matters, the curl of the line Not the meter or syntax or even the rhyme. What you painted in my mind was a beautiful picture. Congrats on getting poem of the day:) Alexis.

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We paint for a reason The Moon in black was indeed painting in the dark. Crows, harbingers of the winter to come, make their sad calls.

We paint for a reason. The Moon in black was indeed painting in the dark. Squirrels pause to pack their cheeks with Fall’s fare and scurry to secret caches, their bulging cheeks filled with fallen nuts and acorns. Fall greets me with a kiss as summer bows to its chill, as Autumn’s brusque wind slices its way through the remnants of summer.

Experiment with DeviantArt’s own digital drawing tools. Freefalling from itching fingertips padding softly, Harder, on black and white keys. Not words, but notes, blissful melodies, Interwoven into sentences, phrases. Caressing the diminutive blocks like a lover’s cheek. Word Document: To Write a Poem. If you look hard enough, they blush in subtle ecstasy.