Can you feel the painting?A Poem by Amanda
I wrote this about a crying painting. I had some help from a friend getting the idea's out but I got them out :) Thanks Jay:)
So much emotion in silence.
Colors running down an unfinished face,
The eyes cry color yet its so black and white.
So much of the canvas left untouched.
Splashing the pigment across a remorseless backdrop.
Filling in the lines of the undrawn elements.
Features that could have stood, so strong,
Took in nothing more than idle glances.
Instead, the emptiness devours and consumes,
Its dream of ever becoming a masterpiece.
Nothing in this world would have been better.
But, alas a tear of red paint comes running down.
The silence is ever stronger,
What could have been a vibrant creation.
Is reduced to a puddle of mixed colors,
Shattered dreams and lackluster beauty.
The history of art is taught yet,
Nothing ever tells you why the painting is great.
A painting is not what it sees but what it feels.
A craft that only a painting can translate using only its optical existence.
© 2012 Amanda
Added on June 5, 2012
Last Updated on June 5, 2012
AboutAmanda here =) I am complicated, strange, a odd ball and I don't care. I am who I am and nothing is going to change that. Okay, now on to the fun stuff. I LOVE History. I could watch the Hi.. more..
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