Painting

by aaron 1 remo   Dec 17, 2005


Colors on the canvas flying with life,
a drip of depressed blue sploshing on my foot,
a dash of red racing toward the table,
the image in my head slowly emulates it's self,
onto the plain white sheet.

patterns start to emerge,
a small flower,
a tree,
then as the white begins to dissolve,
my painting is nearly complete.

i stand back and rest my brush,
proud of my work,
like a window into my mind,

edited with thanks to Darien

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  • 17 years ago

    by sanjia

    Wow!! i like this!! i love art too so the way u wrote this is great!!

  • 17 years ago

    by kelley

    Wow

  • 17 years ago

    by stargirl49

    Gr8 job!!! keep up the awesome work!!
    maybe you could check out some of my poems while you're at it. :)

  • 17 years ago

    by Lovely Bones

    This is a stunning piece of work. I love it! As an artist myself, I can definately relate to this poem and how you feel in it. I love the imagery, and the flow that you created. I love the diction and basically just everything of how you put it together! Great job.. keep it up!
    Sarah-Joy

  • 17 years ago

    by Jessica

    Wow!! that was amazingg.. i loved that, i had such a strong picture of that in my mind.. i really enjoyed reading that, and i couldn't tear my eyes away.. it used great imagery and descriptions, flowed well, and was just perfect! 5/5! xox

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