The blank canvas of paper
the paintbrush, now a pen.
sketching with imagination,
an art piece to use again and again.
An amygdala rainbow,
stroked with water coloured tears.
not your average abstract background,
when brocaded with fears.
The brushwork is so fragile,
so, I’ll use calligraphy instead,
the colours were so bright on paper,
but darker in my head.
Maybe I’m a caricature,
distorted out of shape,
a collage needed to be held together,
but needed portrait, not landscape.
A drape ties a noose,
just composition in the rest,
contour it if you must,
but leave me here to rest.
Does life imitate art, Or does art imitate life,
I’ll end it on that note,
while I bathe in my strife.
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Author:
JaydeVictoria (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 12th, 2019 16:15
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Lovely work
Thank you! X
whatever else you might be... dont forget, you are a poet... x
Aww that's so lovely thank you my friend x
my pleasure, you are welcome...
My word, you paint a pretty picture darkly.. write on my friend.... Neville
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