A Painting Through The Eyes Of An Old Soul

A Painting Through The Eyes Of An Old Soul

A Poem by SilentScreaming

Paint me a picture

Through the eyes of a old-soul

Quick slashes of paint across the pale canvas

Vibrate red adding colour to the lifeless frame

Like moving flames dancing accross the walls of a burning white house

Take me the the painbrush

And throw in your memories

Visions from your past-life

Creating life on the canvas

That I see through your eyes

Shape the lips of a killer

Flashing knife in his grip

Eyes of a child

You as an infant

Watching the moving car speed towards you

The flames that dance wildly, heat almost radiating

Frightened eyes of your last life

Waiting for fate to come

Paint me a picture

Through the eyes of an old-soul

The picture shows your memories

I watch through your ice blue eyes

Mesmerised, captured

I watch you drop the paintbrush, it falls to the ground

Your reflexion in the mirror, your eyes flashing once more

Before your body falls

Like a slow-motion picture

Your slowly hit the ground

Your last life is over

No more pictures to paint

No more memories to add to that once-pale canvas

Now filled with pictures

Straight from an old-soul.

© 2011 SilentScreaming


Author's Note

SilentScreaming
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I dont see the spelling mistakes but anyway. Great write.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Hm, a few spelling mistakes. Otherwise, I can totally overlook them in favor of the quality of the poem. This an appealing concept. The past coming back to the present to present images long gone. And, also, the past being dead while remembering. It's very sad and very wistful to me. What inspired this? I wonder...

Posted 8 Years Ago


A powerful poem. I learn with too many years of life. To listen and learn from the old timers. They have seen and lived through many bad times and have great vision of the world if we pay attention. I like the way you wrote this poem. You took me to good places where I listen and watched old Painters telling stories and create art on the boardwalks. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 8 Years Ago


This is really good :) I love how its written. Good Job x

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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