White Paintbrushes

by Randy East   Dec 24, 2009


My dearest friend, don't be sad,
your days of joy will come.
Be grateful for your adversities,
here's a rule of thumb.

Think of hard times in your life
Then push them in a jar.
Let its blackness fill right up,
remembering every scar.

Create a flask of darkened times
to hold inside your grasp.
Memories of hurtful things,
and sadness in your past.

Like an oily murk, to stir and stir,
Your times of toil and strife.
Now open it... and throw it!
across the canvas of your life.

The question is, to ask yourself,
How darkened was your paint?
Step back and take a look at it.
And let me tell you something great!

As sad as it may very well be,
that you've had these times of gray.
Consider that the darker it is,
The BETTER on your way.

For "IT" can be the contrast
against new colors that you sow.
upon this darkened backdrop
that you have come to know.

Now take new pleasures "as they come",
and judge their full appeal.
The more hardship you've endured in life,
the better you will feel.

For you can now appreciate
when happiness comes your way.
A Reflection to this darkened wall,
Perhaps to change your day.

So start today and paint life's journey,
with strokes in joyful rushes.
And upon this backdrop you've come to know,

you can use your white paintbrushes.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Ole Carsten

    Hi

    I am blown away in this poem love it

    BR
    Olecarsten

  • 7 years ago

    by L

    I like the rhymes on this one too, I also the color white. You are so right, we can use our white paintbrushes too!

    I think this poem has parts or all parts where someone can relate or find as their favorites, it's very well written. I really like it.

  • 7 years ago

    by Xanthe

    Perhaps my favorite poem by you. The message is just beautiful. The rhyes flowed really well. No critique at all :)
    Keep writing!
    -X

  • 7 years ago

    by DirgeVenustas

    Very true white canvas for black ink, white ink for black canvases, liked the metaphor of life to painting. very real. i think in a way all art comes from pain and you have transcribed this. i thought of this as maybe a higher being telling humanity the real reason for the pain. if that makes any sense. great job

  • 9 years ago

    by just ashley

    Thank you so much for referring this poem to me. i really loe this. it cheered me up a lot. omg the flow is flawless! keep up the good work :)

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