Defined as you are,
When are disappears,
Where do you go?
The artist chooses
to sketch you on canvas
and forgoes paint.
Instead he smudges the image
with his index finger,
Blurring the fine lines of your face.
But there's no need to fear.
You wear obscurity well.
And after all,
very few can claim they've been
between the lines.
| Is this poem about the attempt to make someone special disappear from your life? Or perhaps make them more undefined... so they don't have as much of an emotional drain on you? Just the way you worded this leads me to this conclusion. |
To blur the lines of canvas already painted upon, ahh... you're this painting and this person whose finger it is seems to forget you are there half the time... hence the "obscurity" line. "Between the lines" is a limbo state: not quite here, not quite there but still somewhere... right?
Whatever your intents, I think I got enough out of it to make sense of it.
|| Posted on 2006-08-07 00:00:00 | by alteredlife | [ Reply to This ] |