This creative hand has a mind
___to write
But words flutter past like leaves
___on the wind
______just beyond reach.
Some come to rest
___on paper that is waiting,
______ready,
____to form literary paintings
______of the soul.
A hill,
___a tree, stark and bare,
______scarlet leaves
_________at its feet
____________like bleeding tears.
An angry sky,
___not a star in view.
___Rain on a storm filled night.
A break in the clouds,
___a light on the horizon
______and a landscape bleached,
_________turned silver.
A shadow cast.
A canvas completed.
Written sometime in June 2008.
I later turned this (and the small sketch that went with it) into a painting that now hangs on my bathroom wall
The Painting
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The Painting
Come faeries take me out of this dull world. For I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame. - W B Yeats
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Re: The Painting
This is excellent. The synthesis of imagery and simile is virtually seamless in this piece. I especially enjoyed visualizing "words flutter[ing] past like leaves on the wind". Good stuff!
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