Colour me fragile
in your palette of grey,
tempt me with strength
with a brush softly made.
Dip me in pastel
to gently portray,
outline with charcoal
a character so staid.
Tinge me with humor
turn up the dark hues,
brighten the canvas
awaken the muse.....
Whisper me logic
and tempt me with fate,
open the pathways
so oils are displayed...
Daub and then dabble,
draw back and take pause...
sketch out all the hardships
and re-new the old cause.
So now paint has dried
and flakes have come through,
the talent still lurks
in these fingers....so true.
So colour me fragile
but give me a theme,
I'll paint you a picture,
but to me, it's no dream.
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You've well expressed this poem with emotions and imagery.
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This is really an emotional write. I can feel the emotion seeping from it. thanks so much for sharing this with us. Truly a brilliant piece. Keep penning. Best wishes to you.
Awesome job with this. Your wording is just astounding. Great job here. I really liked the last line quite a bit. It was a fitting end. Keep writing awesomeness!! -
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Many thanks for your kind comments
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Awesome
i really like it. =] keep writing.
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Thank you for your kindness
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Oh, and forgot to mention. Poems like this are why you're in my "favorites" list.
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Yay!
I get to comment first. I love the flow from stanza to stanza. And the contrasts within each... from the first, using "fragile", "strength" and "soft[ly]"... to the perfect choice of linking words in the last... "fragile", "theme", "picture", "dream". Breathtaking. Unless I miss the point completely, you seem to be decribing the act of creating, and specifically, of creating poetry... using the painting metaphor quite effectively. Great Job!
Write On!
jIM
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Thank you Jim Glad you enjoyed it.
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