The bristles stroked against the white surface
Smoothly and unregarded, open to the heart
Paint smeared in abstract waves as the tears
Rolled dangerously downward, puddling
Angry slashed dots began taking up space in
Hopes to fill the whithered pieces thrown about
Black marks found themselves scattered about
In a fiery red haven of lust that never came
Blue peaks mounted in desperation for something
Of any kind of attention so begotten
Twirls ended at edges so close to the corners
That it crumbled the painting into a heap
Laid about on the floor it soaked up the dust
Falling haphazardly about uncaring of the stains
Forgotten in a befuddled moment of carelessness
The paint dried upon the weary painted soul
Author notes
I chose an abstract metaphorical way of writing for this contest. The words just flowed to meet the feelings that one feels when their soul is painted upon.
A contest entry
- A Painter's Brush! by Ted E Bare.
300 points, ended May 22, 2008, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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even before i noticed what contest you entered this into, this reminded me so much of a canvas and paint bush and that were explaining what you were painting and why. this is absolutly fantastic. the metaphors really bring this to life. i enjoyed this so much!
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you know i really don't get this that much, but in truth that is just me, but there is one things, i know, i like it, keep it flowing
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