Writing about wet paint,
O holy saint,
What can I write?
Nothing in my insight,
I had written No Profanity,
Had struck a thought any,
Look I aligned it to left,
The 32 line norm I accept,
I wished to get creative,
Could hardly get imaginative,
Metaphor, imagery and depth,
Seem to have suffered death,
The tears of sorrows as yet,
Have painted the season wet,
Beyond this season O holy saint,
The Indian festival of WET PAINT.
*~*Aun Ali*~*
{Lead by Example}
Author notes
Nothing to say...
A contest entry
- ~WET PAINT~ by SabaSophiya.
1050 points, ended March 11, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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The tears of sorrows as yet,
Have painted the season wet...
Incomparable take on the prompt!!
Thanks for participating in my contest;
All the best!!
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Thanks for that,
The twist was though here:
Beyond this season O holy saint,
The Indian festival of WET PAINT.
Observe the significance of these seasons, in both of them Truth Won Over Falsehood.
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a poem on wet paint and not abt it ...lol...good one!

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Thank you my dear sister for this comment. However the real essence of this poem lies in the last stanza.
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