A painter

Crossing my heart
And kissing my elbow
Kneeling on a wooden stool
Mouthing prayers
For all world's sickness
Of the scum
As visible as the morning sun
Of the rich
Hiding it in a poker sleeve
Of a lice
Multiplying into louse

A rose wreath
Looped around my head
Tapered ends
Of our wide life paths
Leading to graves
Raising a flat ground
Into lumps
As plump as the mother's
oval bun

Agony, pain
Suffering, despair
Acting as a catalyst
For fame in the frame
Tears and sweat diluted with a paint
Dripping into vessels
Of canvas slanting
On an easel a little
Four corners restricting space
For unbound reflections
For what a painter has to say

Sanctified water
Dropping on a newborn tiny figure
Gurgling squeaking
the godmother's name
Trickling down a chisel carving
Letter by letter
Number by number
Onto the tombstone
Her death

Shrunk as a young nipper
Shrunk as an old crippler
We all are
A Prodigy or a git
Wrinkles don´t mind
and won´t evade
Our faith

Reviews

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This is very good creation . I feel like canvas and your words ar colors and brushes. very beautiful picture you painted.

[Kate]

Thank you so much! I always appreciate feedback, the more so if it´s as positive as yours! Thank you!

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Yes i like it. so i write i like it. Yes sometimes yo can get review witout any positivity. But still i find this great place to share my poems

[Kate]

I usually use this website as a storage of my poems, so as not to lose them :) I know that nobody is really interested :)

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Well i dont get too much response too. But still i get some timo to time. Ussualy i give rewiev every day. Special some new people . Cause they need most. I am sure you will get more rewievs too. I dont realy write to became profesional. It s just reflection of my life. And if somebody like it that s quiet nice.

[Kate]

Exactly. I don´t have much time to do it now, and where I work now is so distant from any creativity that I have stopped writing for a long while... this has been the first poem after a long break.

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I see . I ussualy try write evening. But sometimes i am so tired. So i cannot do it. But still i make my writing over weekends. Sometimes i forgot to write some my paper work. But i think i cannot stop write. I had like break 2 years when i dont write single word. But it s come back to me.

[Kate]

I usually wait for the moment to come itself. I cannot force it. It´s very irregular. I used to write during eating or breaks, I don´t anymore. Keep writing! ;)