again

By ItsSteveDave

Mon, 12 Nov 2012
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6 comments
 

the painter's wild brush strokes endure the tireless ages
and coax my mind to complete the image with textures of my own
for a moment i am trapped
stock still in awe at our creation

i have stared
thousands
down and
every colour
and contour
found in my eyes
its counterpart

lord knows i have tried
to awaken you to my love as such

but you stare blankly at the colours on the page
and words of desire
unnoticed
unwanted
or estranged

Certificate U
Poem
A Collection of Nothing In Particular
Love

Comments

Submitted by Highhat on
Nicely structured Steve. The poet's (writer's) lot-that's what I got out of this- am I way off? Sometimes I think it must be easier to be a picture painter- an artist. ;)Pia

Submitted by moonphish on
that was wonderful, Steve....sometimes the best paintings are the ones that readers of well written poetry create in their minds - alvin

Submitted by ItsSteveDave on
Thanks Pia, Bear and Alvin. Pia you're certainly not way off - the painter bit is meant to show the viewing of a painting/any art as the true completion of it, i.e. it is just an inanimate object until a viewer sees it and relates it to their own experiences. The second part is me not understanding why I can't evoke this connection in her through my words in order to convey my love. Is it the writing, the lack of love or the fact she is not receptive to this concept? Could be all three! Entirely fictional situation though ;) Thanks all for your comments! :)

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Food for thought, this, Steve. The mark of a good poem. Tina

 

Submitted by ItsSteveDave on
Thank you Tina, cheers for reading and commenting. :)

Submitted by denni1 on
It's real clever, this xx