Ruined

Ruined

A Poem by CoraZanini

Her soul was empty like untouched canvas
White,unstained 
Without realisation of any trouble or pain
It was drifting through the wind

Her soul was like canvas 
so pure and innocent
She didn't know the meaning of black 

He took a brush and dropped colours
Red,green and yellow
So happy,so youthful

Like an early fall
spectrum of colors

Suddenly he dropped black
Drops of black
Suddenly he splashed the black 
Covering the red,covering the green

Her soul was dark like never before
Pure canvas no more
Her soul became the door to drowning

Now she knew the meaning of black

© 2014 CoraZanini


Author's Note

CoraZanini
After a longer period of time I felt kind of inspired so give it a shot.

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Going through life we all get stained. The color black cannot be avoided or we are not living at all. Balance is required, between love and fear. However, when the paint dries out, we have the opportunity to start over again and create a new work of art. It's a full circle, everlasting, never ending, similar to the cycle of seasons.. I love the idea surrounding this piece, it's beautiful work :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

CoraZanini

6 Years Ago

thank you so much Michelle! I love it when someone understands what I'm trying so say:)
Michelle N. H.

6 Years Ago

Oh, me too. You're welcome ^^



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Fab piece. I love how did this, incorporating the paint colors as feelings in this way. I'm glad you got inspired to do this. :o)

Posted 6 Years Ago


CoraZanini

6 Years Ago

Thank you on your review,it helps me to bring myself to write more:)
BlackRose

6 Years Ago

You should write besides because you love to write. Eventually others more will come and enjoy and a.. read more
You have so beautifully expressed how love can bring such beauty until love fades away. I love your use of metaphor and the images you have created. Wonderful writing and a pleasure to read.

:) Julie

Posted 6 Years Ago


CoraZanini

6 Years Ago

Thanka Julie! I'm trying to work on my images and visual work:)
Glad to know you liked it!
Going through life we all get stained. The color black cannot be avoided or we are not living at all. Balance is required, between love and fear. However, when the paint dries out, we have the opportunity to start over again and create a new work of art. It's a full circle, everlasting, never ending, similar to the cycle of seasons.. I love the idea surrounding this piece, it's beautiful work :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

CoraZanini

6 Years Ago

thank you so much Michelle! I love it when someone understands what I'm trying so say:)
Michelle N. H.

6 Years Ago

Oh, me too. You're welcome ^^
Innocence and purity ruined by someone...turned white into black...
It is so heartbreaking to know that some men are taking advantage of the innocence of women. .

This is a reminder for the women that TRUST should not be given away like a free item. For men, you should always remember that the "golden rule" and "karma" are true. LOL
Very relevant concept.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

CoraZanini

6 Years Ago

True and wise lol !
sometimes the one person who could paint our world with the colors of the rainbow is also the same person who could turn it into dark. But just like painting, we could always turn the darkness into something bright by waiting until the dark color settles and then we can begin to add more colors until the color black is no longer recognizable.

Posted 6 Years Ago


CoraZanini

6 Years Ago

Thanks for you review,there is a long way to recovery from black to white!

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Added on March 17, 2014
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Tags: soul, colours, canvas, paint, hapiness, pain

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