Paintbrush

Paintbrush

A Poem by Aeolian
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A short poem relating a forgotten paintbrush to the regrets of aging and death.

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Paintbrush

A skeleton prostate form,
Left discarded in the dust.
Topped with long aged bristles,
Ancient metal left to rust.

A dull bone hilt
Left cracked and worn.
With brush tips once plush,
Broken, Scorned

A Brush still stained
By paint to slowly washed
From once gentle bristles,
In days now lost.

A living relic of the days,
a long remembered dance.
Left behind, pinning for 
life's unrequited romance

Age's toll heavily taken
Youth so precious, gone.
Abandoned in an empty house,
After years toiled so long. 

With day near it's close,
Show: curtain shut tight.
A forgotten brush laments,
The end of it's life.

© 2015 Aeolian


Author's Note

Aeolian
It's odd despite being pretty young I find one of my biggest fears is to one day wake up at 70 alone and full of regrets. Seeing people whose love one's consider them a chore is something I've always found sad.

Any suggestions would be really appreciated, just keep criticism constructive please.

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I absolutely love this, it screams to both the artist in me as well the romantic.
Amazing prose flow, I think the only thing I see I would do different is the word "scorn" doesn't really fit.

A dull bone hilt
Left cracked and worn.
With brush tips once plush,
Now broken and (forlorn)

BUT LOVE THIS otherwise, and its hard for me to love poetry, I am picky lol.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Aeolian

4 Years Ago

This is a really old poem I hadn't revisted in a long while, sort of just wrote it off as silly coll.. read more
Southern_Writes

4 Years Ago

yes I like that!! and you are welcome!!!



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Deep thoughts of life portrayed in a magnificent poem. Wisdom has no age, so being young doesn't prevent becoming wise.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Beautiful. I love how descriptive this is.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Critique: (A skeleton prostate form) skeletons
(The end of it's life.) The contraction - it's - should be a possessive form of the pronoun instead "its"

Review: Masterfully written with nice philosophical depth, your articulation in crafting this is beyond reproach. You painted a vivid image with your word selection that will linger in your readers mind long after digesting it. I want to thank Poison for sending me the read request for this wonderful work of literature. Bravo! Clap! Clap!

Posted 4 Years Ago


very good...
I loved it, I loved the picture you painted in this, and the feeling i got reading the words and seeing it in my mind.

Posted 4 Years Ago


I love this; I like the intimate personification of a man-made tool. Great use of imagery as well!

Posted 4 Years Ago


i share that fear with you. the shear thought of it scares tha crap outta me... But i guess we should all live our youth out, and make as much of it as possible. love the poem

Posted 4 Years Ago


I absolutely love this, it screams to both the artist in me as well the romantic.
Amazing prose flow, I think the only thing I see I would do different is the word "scorn" doesn't really fit.

A dull bone hilt
Left cracked and worn.
With brush tips once plush,
Now broken and (forlorn)

BUT LOVE THIS otherwise, and its hard for me to love poetry, I am picky lol.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Aeolian

4 Years Ago

This is a really old poem I hadn't revisted in a long while, sort of just wrote it off as silly coll.. read more
Southern_Writes

4 Years Ago

yes I like that!! and you are welcome!!!
I really am enjoying the form of poetry you provide. I will send read requests to boost your views.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on August 13, 2011
Last Updated on November 18, 2015
Tags: paintbrush, death, aging, life, alone, lonely, rhyming, short

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Aeolian
Aeolian

Worcester, MA



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