Portrait Face

Her portrait drowns in falling tears,

Pouring down from frightening fears.

Listening in on secret whispers,

Life is painted in pretty pictures.

The music plays a silent tune.

Within pictures she does commune,

to life away from wooden frames.

Until her portrait burns in flames,

as tears drown her portrait face.

Author's Note

So, for me this poem means one thing, and for others it means something different. If you wish to review it, I'd love to know what you thought this meant.

Reviews

[Ciara Beth]

I saw Dorian Gray Here in your last stanza. The image of the burning picture, it's really intense!

[Coyote Poetry]

I had to read the poem a few times. I felt a sadness in the words. Tear and sadness changing the outlook of her face and thoughts. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote