~ The Blurred Painter

~ The Blurred Painter, E.L. Elisa Laura, Fiction, Painting, Love for art, Satire, Colorful,

 

~ The Blurred Painter

 

You painted me on your cotton canvas

The night with no limits left,

The day not yet in sight at all

But my heart beat born, an Ecoline gal

 

No light could ever bring me,

So much closer to this inner you,

For a moment, I lived on there for real

And you never had the clue!

 

Until you made me sad, and

Disappointed drained me in a different color,

There were no eyes who’d smiled,

But thunder storms became bolder.

 

You created me, and punished me

For I once was just so happy;

Your paintbrush, loved so many colors,

But your heart was too heavy

To provide, and too heavy to love.

 

~ Elisa Laura

Author's Note

A poem from early June ;)
Feel free ! Also here constructive critisism,
Is always appreciated! : )

Thank you for reading xx

Reviews

[Kenaz]

I too often find myself "mud mixing" because of my lack of skill and patience. I love all the colours and try to hard to put them all on the canvas at once, knowing full well what happens when you mix too many colours. Absolutely brilliant painting on canvas and on the net as you have done here in words.

I think you're a perfect "mongrel" my friend, only you didn't noticed yet, mister.... too many of all is never good, the balance need to be there... in all in life. Coming from you means the world to me bud.... you're a raw diamant, and I like machines, who shape it with "us" being under it.

[Kenaz]

Perhaps zirconium for I feel manufactured, wishing I could be of the Earth. My problem comes from not knowing when to quit. Balance I haven't found yet.

But then all metals are ion's and plus and min.... all arms of steel are arms to hug.... :) I'm glad you've found balance, for there is beauty in it... like the flower inside.

[Art Sun]

a very thought provoking poem Elisa...emotionally filled with sadness from the painted views of a relationship...to many points to touch upon, but if one delves into your thoughts within poem one can find so much depth ...nice work...exceptional....

Ah, Art, you are Art, thanks a lot... keen eyes aye!!! :D much MMA hugs!

[Pax]

You created me, and punished me
For I once was just so happy;
Your paintbrush, loved so many colors,
But your heart was too heavy
To provide, and too heavy to love.

~ wow, I feel this deep within my core... sometimes i asked myself is my paintbrush too heavy for a single stroke, because i can't seems to do anything right.... but i do it anyways coz i know in time the heaviness will ease, and bring more colors to life itself! Brilliant work big sis!

Oh, I never ever expected a read on this one anymore, thank you so much for coming by also to my older ones... :) Your words, nail it dear... always they do in your perception, merged with mine. :) love your words, and I treasure them xoxo :)

[Pax]

your my big sis and i love your works so i dig in your libary ;)
it's always a treasure to find... :)
a pleasure always. :)

I'm truly grateful to you dear, you have no idea.... Now I'm smiling and can love the day even more thanks to you sweety hugssss x

[J_Star]

I freaking love that image. It fits this poem so well; you can read all the emotions in the poem in her eyes.

"Heart too heavy to love"--very nice.

Great J_Star, dear you picked that out!!! a true seer! thanks a lot :) happy you came by, thanks for your review, and visit!

[KeeD]

This is the perfect love story with all its flaws.. the canvas and the artist, every color under the sun in the artists kit yet what does the artist provide to this committed relationship. Make it pretty make it last, until the mind wants something other than the heart. All the colors changed to a different hue.. Not even a painting lasts forever this is true.

Ah, again *blush* you did understood me. :) for all is transience, and shall be rotten & reborn when time is there. I thank you greatly poet, I'm reading you too... in the meantime ;-)

[Nihad Dweidary]

Are you kidding? This is so haunting. I swear it is as if you were right inside my head. I have a poem titled "All the Pretty Horses." It talks about captured freedom, and meddling with the wild and beautiful. I love the nature imagery in this one. It strikes me so harshly, yet it satisfies me knowing that beauty should always be left intact to thrive. I love this one. I am so happy I came by to read it. -Nido

Thank you Nido, for all you say here, and I like the way this poem got especially these things you name out of you. :) Much appreciated you are.

[ChemicalMadness]

I feel an intense love gone sideways here.....how we feel that our love has created us, allowed us to be reborn in a new light. How much like a carefully crafted piece of art do we feel like when first loved??? So much goes into those first breaths of a relationship.....and then? That which we've created fades...often drastically and in a one-sided fashion. How could beautiful art be created and then thrown away....painted over?

Great write.
Cm

Ah CM, I love your thoughts, and that it make you think... :) You have a beautiful interpretation of this one too!! :) I come soon back for you! as I read already much!

[David Scott]

Lovely EL.
I can tell you do have a passion for art. I could almost see you posing for a portrait.
Relationships leave us with all kinds of "art" hanging on the walls of our heart and our very souls dried into the fabric of these paintings.
Did I mention this write is lovely? Ha.
Thank you for sharing this beautiful thought.

David, thank you lol you did mention what "you" got out from this ;) hehe... and I appreciate all what you see in my little words. Thanks a lot.

[Sugar Plum ♥]

For me here connection art - artist is so important...Some people like to be "in love" with their art, painting represents the real essence of human - as portrait or the photo of face...This connection influences both sides, as far as artist may think he 'possess" the object/ subject he painted, but actually he possess only his view to it and his imagination, his eyes see it in another way...That why he is blurred..Reality is something not so easy to capture and understand, but you need many views and images to form the puzzle...Your great poem made me speak my thoughts! Love it, and your reflection.

-nour-

Exactly nia, yay you are back, it's so good to read your perfect thoughts again, for I love it you always dig deeper into the matter. Thank you dear, so loved this.

[Clockwork]

This poem starts out with a great flourish between creator and masterpiece. It speaks deeply of each stroke and every color. Then it shows us how a rift can form between both, how the creator can neglect to elevate his masterpiece to the highest level. A very colorful write here.

Thank you fine friend, for seeing perfectly what I meant ;) so good to have you always by!!

[Clockwork]

Your're welcome :-) glad to come by