Portrait 1

by Rania Moallem   Jun 26, 2020


Do not read between my lines-
no more
do not criticize nor praise the flow;
I will no longer move you.
Do not let the sadness of my words
reach your resilient heart.
Just watch me hanging
on the walls of your memory
like a da Vinci's painting
as I give birth to my first portrait.

An apathetic brush
was passing over sleepy shoulders
that leant at the edge of a wooden bed,
grey sheets made of lost clouds
were floating in the background;
so dim they reflected
the frail luminescence
of my pale face.
There was mourning
in the smell of colors.
Art that won over
the death of my poetry.

No more raw feelings,
only pallets, lipsticks and concealers
to cover the folds of my life
and run all over the pages
of my heart.

Artificial,
but still as real.

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  • 1 month ago

    by Hellon

    grey sheets made of lost clouds
    were floating in the background;
    so dim they reflected
    the frail luminescence
    of my pale face.

    OMG Nana,,,this is outstanding!

  • 1 month ago

    by Star

    OMG I'm also out of nominations!!!! Your words here are really powerful.
    I'm a fan of how you end your poems. They keep leaving me with afterthoughts.

  • 1 month ago

    by Gracy Judith

    What a wonderful poem Rania! And I totally agree with Hiraeth...this deserves a nomination! I'm new to the site so how does one nominate fellow-poets here?

    • 1 month ago

      by Rania Moallem

      Thank you Gracy I will PM you to explain <3

  • 1 month ago

    by hiraeth

    i seriously hope someone nominates this quickly!!

    • 1 month ago

      by Rania Moallem

      lol Mark, you and the nominations. all the love**

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