An Expression Of Pain
I am as a blank canvas...
Now I take black and throw it across the white...
I pour red and orange and brown together,
dropping the combination in blobs here and there.
Then I thread white throughout,
then add in faded blue, with yellow within.
For effect, I use my palm as a brush,
and smear my hand across the canvas,
diagonally from bottom left to upper right corner,
then trail my fingertips down the right side to the edge.
A large blob of yellow at about 10 o'clock seems right,
and I tilt the canvas so it runs a bit toward the bottom.
I then add a wide strip of neon red-orange across the lower left quarter...
It is done. And so am I.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Mike Rudolph (126.96.36.199) -- Sunday, May 23 2010, 09:13 pm|
That was a depressed moment in time Shiloh?
|shiloh (188.8.131.52) -- Monday, May 24 2010, 12:10 am|
that's always a good time to write, isn't it?
|shiloh (184.108.40.206) -- Sunday, August 14 2011, 06:26 am|
...and i'm back there, again, tonight.
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