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All the blue collides onto the canvas of my self portrait. Staining watercolors drip down the palate and streak my hands. I am soaked in the imperfection of this wheel. So many tones, light and dark. The gray becomes the black and the white smears the page. The age of my green turns brown and grounds me. I feel the red ash wash over me in disappoinment. The final piece is nothing more than an array of swirls and circles, twisted around black lines that seem to portray simple unhappiness. |
Good work.You have shown analogy between the shades of colors and phases of your life.The choice is great and feelings are getting reflected very well.The write appears to be coming from a very matured mind who has really seen life.I liked your poem very much.Sad life has also lot to teach us and makes us more matured and a better person.Moreover everybody in this world has to bear the amount of pain whatever is in your share.This is part of growing up.I hope and wish for your happiness and good luck.| Posted on 2006-08-12 00:00:00 | by Ramneet | [ Reply to This ] | Wow... this is a good peice of writing... i like how you used paint as your theme to show what your feel...... it's very well written... my favriote line tho... has to be.... " the age of my green turns brown a grounds me"... that was an awsome use of words.... keep it up... | | Posted on 2006-08-12 00:00:00 | by ULA | [ Reply to This ] | I enjoyed the colorful display of emotional distress as you so poetically penned. I do not agree with your conclusion that it was simple unhappiness, since your rainbow of sorrows seemed rather extensive. | All in all a very good write. | Posted on 2006-08-24 00:00:00 | by The Gadfly | [ Reply to This ] | |