It's too bad that we can't paint ourselves anew every day.
Then we could be mousy when we want to fade into the background
and be firecrackers when we want to explode.
I could be a different sort of beautiful with each sunrise,
and you'd never have to make love to the same woman twice.
Honestly i did'nt think i would comment on anything on this site but i have to say that this was fun to read. i like the points you made up that it would be nice to be someone else if you could for awile...at least that is what i got out of it.. i could be totally wrong of course...anyway i look foreward to reading more of your shhit...frite
wow! a different sort of beautiful with every sunrise... i think you can be that without repainting yourself... you just gotta believe maybe... anyways this is really gorgeous though i do have one problem... what if he WANTS to make love to the same woman twice? what if there is a different sort of beautiful that he loves more than all the others? is she lost forever? so maybe its a good thing we cant change ourselves daily... good write
fun isnt the word that i would use to describe this. thought provoking is more like it.
i loved the last two lines.. different sort of beautiful.. that's exquisite amy..
and it really brings so many thoughts to mind.. do you want to change yourself to satisfy your own needs or for the sake of someone else? should we have to change ourselves for other people? why arent we ever satisfied with what we have.. very interesting poem..
"I could be a different sort of beautiful with each sunrise" I love this line. It is just so awesome. Very liberating - it says I don't care what happened yesterday - I have today to look forward to. Great write.
hmmm...this is an interesting thought...it seems your not happy with who you are or your afraid someone else isnt happy with you...or its just a write that simply came to mind either way i really liked it...i like the line about the firecracker...and the last line struck me funny when i read it but there seems to be a trace of seriousness to this piece at the same time...smiles ange
Paint yourself anew all you want, but the canvas stays the same. And overtime, the paints build on top of each other to take on a three-dimensional state. Unless you use paint thinner, in which case you'll wear out the canvas and die. I prefer just to paint slowly, with minute and well-placed strokes. So far, my canvas is only a quarter full. This way, I'll be my most complete and beautiful the day I die.
Sorry if you don't like my comments. Let me know if that is the case. I generally loathe critical analysis, discarding it in favor of free excogitation.
i loved that last line! yeah! what a great idea to be able to paint ourselves a new everyday! hmmmm, today i think i'd be lavendar. ever heard of that book, i think by Alice Walker, When I Am An Old Woman, I Shall Wear Purple? something like that. i think we kinda do something like this with our clothing. i never wear red, 'cause i feel to "out there." once in a blue moon, if i'm feeling frisky, i'll wear red. if i'm feeling shy, i wear a hat... stuff like that. this was great! "a different sort of beautiful with each sunrise." love that line! brava Amy!
nice idea to paint yourself anew every day. I do it a bit. I change my clothes according to my mood. there are things in my closet I would never wear when I have a bad day. but you speak of bigger 'paint overs'. the last line keeps me thinking. doing it for yourself or for your lover??
Paint ourselves anew each day. What a wonderful way to say that each day offers a new start. A fresh faced perspective...always exciting and different. Too many people are taking these words literally...