Hmmmm, I dont think this comment is for me, right?
5 years ago
I really love this write you know! So much about it that appeals to me...
You are not obligated
to pick a brush and paint
the dawn on my window
every morning, because
I. Can. Wake up without
Great opening stanza...you're saying hey...I can take you or leave you be...really (in my mind) you hope for the painted dawns on your window. Have no idea why you have placed periods here... I. Can.
Yes, I am aware of the
the empty canvases you
will leave behind, and I am
certain my eyes; at first,
will find it hard to stare at
the albescent reflections.
A blank canvas is always a hard thing to stare at, even for the artist...some love it, and will observe it for a while....personally I find it intimidating!
But I can assure you that
I never lost my iridescence;
I can still see the different
hues of life. Maybe at some
period of time you were my
favorite painter, but that
This was my favourite stanza by far.... iridescence; a word I really like and..it's very well placed here to give further meaning to your thoughts/emotions....reminds me of a bubble...you know the colours are so abstract?
Here, I will even hand you
a new palette; a new set
of brushes, to explore all
the other possibilities.
Now you have drawn a little line before you have given us this next thought which makes me think you have made a decision?
So go ... Just Go!
Let your brushstrokes paint
you -yet again- another road
into someone else's life
Yip..I believe my thoughts to be true...you're saying...I've had enough now....I really wanted a canvas that was covered in nice colours but...you didn't get it....or haven't yet.
Ohh thanks a lot for thr comment Hellon. I always apprecitae what you thinkof my poetry.
Now for your question of why I placed the periods in "I. Can." so the reader would stop after each period when reading it out loud and realize the emphasis of what I am saying, that I can really do it alone.
I hope I explained it well :)
5 years ago
by Tara Kay
Meme, In first thought, this seemed a little Cliche, in the fact that as writers, we use art in our poems alot, our writing is an art, however by the time I had finished, I changed my mind :) This is awesome, it is so creative, in how you painted (sorry, not intended pun there) the scene and how it flowed into the next line and such...I loved the strength and the attitude of confidence, it was very refreshing and such a nice way to say, Look I'm over you, ruin someone else, cos I'm not falling for it
OMG!!! Meme you know I'm a blunt person so when I come across blunt poetry I fall head over heels in love with them..
This was actually sad for me to read I feel like this right now, I have lost my favorite painter so to speak, if only I can get myself to the place where I say so go, heres new paint brushes...go explore your options...its a hard thing to say really especially when they are already exploring and you feel as if you never mattered....
This is really an admirable write from you girl...Adding to my favorites for sure, Im in love with this metaphor..Using painting as an example really "paints" a brilliant picture here. :)
I loved this so so much. If one could marry a poem. I'll instantly do so right away by 1st starting to propose, the other way round, lol. Its quiet a unique approach to have used elements of painting as a metaphor. You incorporated that beautifully and you've done it immaculately.
Life is like a paint. You can choose to paint what motivates you. Perhaps a view you love or an image in your mind. What drives your existence, a form of inspiration. You're on a threshold to follow your dreams and actualize it to fruition. That's the quintessence of having a purpose to live conforming to the divine theories of existence, individual principles and societal expectancies.
Also you can choose to deviate from real painting to been abstract. A random idea, that'll just spring upon and spawn your thoughts. Such leaves you with no purpose but just uncertainties on what your aims are. To further thrive to succeed in all ramification even when all odds are against. To try out diverse opportunities that'll birth good tidings and new doors. When one door closes another opens. Trials doesn't mean the end of your livelihood and because you choose to wait for that divine intervention; doesn't mean you're giving in to laxity.
All happens for a good course. Some abstractness can just be mere thoughts of comfort and nothing regards to vice. With patience, understanding, faith, perseverance and will to survive. All puzzles will fit and form into a perfect picture.
So that's how i depicted the analogy of paint to life.
A good read.
Your best so far. *claps* :-) ..
This really sounds like a slam poem. It has a great rhythm and I like the way it flows. The concept of this poem is so beautiful, and I only wish that I could create something like this! You are talented! c:
Also, I love the emphasis you bring to certain words and parts. I feel as if the speaker of this poem is strong, and I like how that feels.
Beautiful poem. c: