Blurry Face

sylviasearcher



My brush scratches carelessly around the paper

Colours bleed into each other

Trying again to capture

Something gentle, something softer 

 

My eyes peer unforgiving into the river

Shades fade to dark

Trying again to see

Something light, the smallest spark

 

Your letters type leerily on to the screen

Feeling meaning mixed up crossed out

Trying again to make plain

Nothing now, rivers drought

 

Our brush cannot of Beauty speak

My ugly tears broke our Canvas long ago

Nevermore shall I seek

A Beauty I can never know

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 21st, 2018 09:36
  • Comment from author about the poem: Oh I meant to write a poem about my inability to write beautiful sensual poems and the absence of beauty from skin to soul. Somehow I ended up writing a poem about my soulmate that never was. Oh well writing is therapy... I have felt a malaise for the last few days. What I would give to feel well To feel myself And feel okay It occurred briefly and only with one person but I guess soulmates don't really hate you. So I guess I wrote this poem about something I don't even believe in. The loss of hope. The cruelest loss of all.
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  • FineB

    Hello sylviasearcher.

    You have created a beautiful poem on The Loss of Hope.

    Keep writing
    FineB

    • sylviasearcher

      Thanks Fine B, my words are struggling to find form today

    • RiverJordan

      Sometimes beauty lies in abstinence, your words are beautiful even though you may not see it..hope you can find and hold onto strength..love this piece..I can relate 🙃

    • sylviasearcher

      Thank you for reading and responding yumna Kay.i thought once I found the missing thing but then I realised id made him up inside my head!

    • Neville

      Great title, great poem which brings out the artist in ya and a final stanza to die for .. metaphorically speaking of course... Neville

      • sylviasearcher

        Thanks for finding this one.
        Reading it back gave me a gentle vision of my solitude.

        • Neville

          I'm glad I found it too...



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