Art out of Frame

For a friend who will never grasp just how beautiful she is.

Art out of Frame

The beauty that radiates when you smile

Your eyes as fresh as frost on glass

Purple tones just like the Lily of the Nile

That takes me in like the ground of morass

The happiness that beams in a low glow

Your heart shines so bright, somehow energy oppressed

Celestial Blue rays! Snuffed out, prevented to show

That you can grow, forbidden to protest!

The strength you have gained from what you endured

Your mind is beautifully inspired

Azalea Pink aura so enamored

That it shocks me no one has inquired

"How did that painting get out of her frame?"

But you are a Living work of pure art

Author's Note

I would love to see the theme that my readers get from this poem.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

had to read a couple times ... opening lines are stunning says i .. and how she apparently sees herself "...a ground of morass" is in such sharp contrast .. for me it defines the theme right there. a bit of editing will make the read smoother V2 L1 "beans" should be beams, me thinks?! ;) the "frame" i take to be as art that steps out of focus for itself .. I think you keep the theme throughout .. love that first verse!
E.

[Summer Emswiler]

Thank you! Especially for cathing that typo :o
How would you edit it, I am curious.

[Einstein Noodle]

mostly edit for typos ..there is another in V3 L4 .."That is .."should be "That it" me thinks. ...i read it a couple more times with your question in mind and if you felt inspired to re-write .. i see each V 4th line is a turn and contrast .. perhaps you could try putting her beauty into first couple verses .. the turn and then the reality of her seeing herself out of focus ... that is not a criticism .. just an idea to experiment with if you feel like it. perhaps play around with L1 of the closing couplet .. maybe "How did that painting get so out of focus" or "How did that painting (or such beauty)step out of it's frame".. ... i love the theme .. i think its an important one .. when we see ourselves as less .. even when others see our beauty at let us know .. we can have such a difficult time accepting it ... it can become a false humility that erodes that beauty ... please keep in mind the ideas shared are coming from a non-poetry educated person ;)

[mattavelli]

Hello, Summer! :)
To me this reads as a sonnet, minus the meter. The theme; you're using color to describe someone, with compliments. Maybe you chose the colors to represent a bruised ego.

[Summer Emswiler]

Thank you so much! I love your interpretation.