Your body is still young, and
your mind is blank like a
new canvas waiting to be art.
Should I turn your back to the setting
sun and let you gaze at the orange
trees against the periwinkle sky?
Or should I place you in front of a family,
the parents without ears or eyes and
children with their mouths sewn shut?
Will I let your eyes take in the joy
of a scarlet song bird enjoying
it's foggy morning embrace?
Whatever the scene, I am painting you
a picture to cover the pale fabric
and stain your thoughts forever.
Author notes
Numero cinco. Canvas.
A contest entry
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i like the angles you create to look at concepts, your work is really interesting to read ..
this one was really beautiful
xx
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this is beautiful. I love the way you wrote this. It's very creative and the imagery is amazing. It's very touching to me and I love poems like this. My favorite part is
" Your body is still young, and
your mind is blank like a
new canvas waiting to be art."
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my God...and you're indeed a painter...your words are such vivid pallettes
oh wow!
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Bravo
"the parents without ears or eyes and
children with their mouths sewn shut?"
"and stain your thoughts forever."
I love how you played by holding out but retracting a glimmer of hope for the canvas. And the word choices were so sharp in contrast that it brought out a feeling of anger in it, which went perfectly with your last stanza: complete ignorance and dominance =]
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Hmm...
I like the way you described this.
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