Like a Madman

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He was like a madman,

enjoying laughing at the rain.

It seemed he didn’t have much of a brain,

even danced through snowstorms.

When he took up his palette,

began to paint,

the canvas mixed with both rain and snow,

then dried by the sun.

Artwork that touched the soul,

no madman could do better,

such was his talent,

you wondered about it,

every time you saw him,

in the snow or in the rain,

doing a dance of joy,

beneath the sparkling sun.

Then he found his Mona Lisa

or was she like Alice.

having stumbled into his wonderland.

Suddenly days were all for fun,

nights deep and dark,

for inspiration,

while this woman with the mystic smile,

became a creation upon his canvas,

as he painted like mad,

but now perhaps not mad,

just clever like a fox.

She had come just in time,

for the Mad Hatter’s tea party,

but instead of tea,

there were jugs of the finest wine,

that flowed just fine

and old tunes to sing.

together they worshiped the rain and the snow,

hand in hand beneath the shining sun.

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About Rasma R

I live in Riga, Latvia. I was born in N.Y.C. Love to write articles and poetry. Instruct people in the English language. Live in the suburbs with my husband Martin and my wonderful cat Sid. I love rock and roll, cooking, reading, poetry and traveling.
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6 Responses to Like a Madman

  1. Nice twist.
    And he sounds like someone I would like to know.

  2. Arundhati says:

    They entered their unique world together

  3. For a person who is not much into poetry, I loved this poem. I could feel the joy of it. You sound like a very interesting person, keep writing.
    Kathleen
    Blogger’s Pit Stop

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