In the red sunset he stood
staring at the canvas,
a painting he had not seen for decades
which he promised he would not see again.
But there he stood and stared,
he bit hard on the end of his meerschaum pipe
and glared at the sign “pas de fumer!”
And he could overhear excited voices en francais’
italiano, English… 'there he is" … before his own painting!
In the red sunset he stood, and his mind was made to travel
back in time over the days spent making this piece of art.
He remembered the woman of his life.
She who brought his art to the skin of his body,
to air and sunlight;
where it would wash over the world in beauty, she did this.
The afternoon he spent slaving at his easel
when she came in the room
and looked at his painted hands and face;
she put both hands on his face and kissed him.
She made love to him with a passion and fire
that still made him tremble;
how her hands reached out to the walls
and left painted handprints on the canvas,
How like beads of perspiration she kissed from his face
gone.
They laughed at the artwork of their passion. Masterpiece!
And how she said, “this is goodbye”.
In the red sunset he stood
staring at the canvas,
a painting he had not seen for decades,
which he promised his heart he would not see again.
In a list
A contest entry
- Hands by CarolDesjarlais.
525 points, ended May 7, 2007, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - prose by whiterabbit--x.
335 points, ended March 4, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This is wonderfully written and full of emotion. I really enjoyed reading it. You have told such a sad story.
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This just made to the top favourites in my list of PK's poems. The passion and hurt painting. Such a sad thought to have a canvas made of prints of love remembering a goodbye.
An excellent mix of poetry and prose you have here, and the painful feeling comes intensely through your words.
Thanks
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The art work of their passion...Beautifully done my friend~ feels like a lost love story without a happy ending Thank you so much for sharing
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my fav part
In the red sunset he stood
staring at the canvas,
a painting he had not seen for decades,
which he promised his heart he would not see again.
this is my favortie part very good write and best of luck to ya ahd never give ^have fun!_amy_ -
A beautiful poem although it's not only love. I bet she came back in the picture I am a painter and stories of passion around canvas never last for one time.. talking about experience especially when you build it on the canvas and use your own emotional sweat. Nice painting. Red is the color of passion which lasts usually. Where there is a bit of hope the armor of despair is stronger than the best canvas. So i won't tell you all my stories but can tell you that painters never put away a painting to hide away for ever. Reminds me of David for some reason. My husband is impatient to see me pronto. We are just fine but i have to go here. Ciao ciao.
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Sometimes the best momories are the ones we bury deep inside. We take photo's or other images that bring that moment back to life for us. Touching at times, painful in other way's love that couldn't last. Good luck in your contest. ~Sie
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Thank you Sie
funny thing this was for a contest and it was all wrong for the contest, but people have told me how much they enjoy this piece, so all for the best...thank you for reading, it is always wonderful to hear from you...PK
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Passionate!
Red is the color of love and passion.
This poem beautifully illustrates this image.
I could see the two lovers enjoying each others
company in the splendour of true romance.
Your words were powerful and real to life.
You painted an awesome picture! Bravo!
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Interesting piece to be certain, nice flow to it with a woderful sense of drawing in to those of us reading this sweetly sad piece. Best of luck in this and all of your endeavors. Hetohke'e
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What a tale of goodbye....it fits the painting perfectly...that smearing of hands on that wall will never look the same to me....nicely done.
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well that was an awesome way to let that picture inspire you....I loved it....I never could have thought of something like that in a million years lol...awesome job, good luck in the contest!
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Thank you Broken
for your kindness, the art for inspiration is a real talent and Carol does it very well: finding pics that send out a lot of ideas...PK
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In the red sunset he stood, and his mind was made to travel
back in time over the days spent making this piece of art.
red skies at night sailor's delight, red skies in the morning sailor's warning. that is what this reminded me of. you did well my friend. sad though that he will not see her again. thank you for sharing this with me and i wish you the best of luck in this contest. viyanna rosemarie
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Thank You Viyanna
my feeling was similar; the red sunset was the stage of his life, to me the height of feelings at this stage...PK
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Very good vision here I loved this write for it made the full circle of love so new and a love so blue
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Like a Secret Confession of Love
"Yet the eyes in his mind, paints her picture everyday.
he shall never forget the ardent pleasure, of her soft lips." You had my imagery running wild after reading this most eloquent piece of work. You are truly an artist of words, making our hearts warm with your poetry...beautifully written, excellent poem...novy
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Thank you Novy
wow Poet your comment is quite a beautiful poem, I hope you finish it! ...PK
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A painting in rememberance of a time past, beautifully illustrated with just the one line of goodbye, it sums up the sadness and the eloquence in this piece. Love, C
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Thank you Chez
the gift of the muse or inspiration is often experienced like a meteor across the sky that burns bright but not long...PK
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Great
This was so beautiful. My favorite part was:
And how she said, “this is goodbye”.
In the red sunset he stood
staring at the canvas,
a painting he had not seen for decades,
which he promised his heart he would not see again.
That part touched me and was so amazing. Great job and best of luck inyuor writing future. -
excellant
wow, excellent. thank you very much for sharing! i really enjoyed this. both sad and inspiring at the same time.
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Being an artist..I often get more paint everywhere else than on the canvas..lol..
I loved this, sad, but also a very evocative essence about it.
Lovely, and so appropriate.
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very beautiful and sad. reminds me a bit of that movie Ghost. nice job with writing this. enjoyed the read. good luck in the contest.
blu
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"He remembered the woman of his life.
She who brought his art to the skin of his body,
to air and sunlight;
where it would wash over the world in beauty, she did this."
Eloquence in artistry; a grand entry worthy of serious consideration. Good luck in Carol's contest. Wanda
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stunning, this truly is a work of art
nay x bookmarked
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