Armand Poetry

Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-

Friday, February 17, 2006


This corner, where walls meet
The paint cracks
Signs of age, when was it made?

Coat upon coat, but no warmth
Covering the past
In a rich new layer, can you smell?

The greens and browns of yesterday
Drying forgotten
Under a new stroke, remember?

That glossy wash spread wide
But thin
A little wear, and the illusion is exposed

By a few chips and some dust
Off color
Where the walls come together


  • At 5:43 PM, Blogger GoHah said…

    "Where the walls come together"--that's where I usually wall myself in and paint myself into a corner.

  • At 6:43 PM, Blogger Tiffany said…

    Beautiful piece of writting! I love it, its inspirering. God bless, Tiffany


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