The paint

A graceful dip

thoughts heavy on mind.

A breath, a song

written in picture,

in time.

 

No one understands

no one tries.

They deem it too odd,

too bizarre.

 

They don't know the story,

the thoughts, the passion.

 

They just see

clear cuts,

silly patterns.

 

The black and white.

Not the color hidden

underneath it all.

 

Slashes of paint

hardness of stroke

feelings there

for all those who look

deeper than the surface.

Author's Note

Not sure if this is finished or not. I might add to it. For now just ingnore spelling and grammar!

Reviews

[dreaming dame]

ooohh Love this. People really should care more. they'd be surprised at what they would see:) Awesome poem!