Her Escape

A woman, who is alone and sad, paints to escape the small box of a house she knows she will never call home.

The paintbrush has seen better days,

And she has too,

But the world is asleep,

And she's feeling quite blue.

 

So she picks up her paintbrush and dips it in green,

And proceeds to paint landscapes that her eyes have never seen.

 

A beach, with white sands,

Like the color of her face,

The sea,

So full of fierceness and grace.

 

A desert, with a bird,

That flies as high as a kite,

And it never looks down,

Because its fear is not height.

 

Then a small cottage,

In a field so green,

And the love in that field,

Is something she's never felt,

Or seen.

 

Now the painting is done,

To many, it makes no sense,

But to all of those people,

This girl is not dense.

 

In her box of a house,

With one friend,

Just a mouse,

She's isolated and alone,

And she still is not at home.

Author's Note

This poem, in case you didn't catch it, is about a woman who's never been loved, and she's always been alone, so she paints to escape all of that sadness and desperation.

Reviews

[Cristal Bridges]

I love the visuals that this poem brings up with the painting. It's quite breath taking and lovely. It's wrinkled with sadness of a woman so lonely but at least she has all of her imagination to keep her company. This is a great rhyme and I love rhyming poems most of all. Great write. :)

[Madeleine Grace]

Wow, I never knew you could write like this. I love how you painted the visual in my head. :)

[Angel's Lady]

I absolutely love this!

And it never looks down,
Because its fear is not height. --- LOVE THIS LINE....

Truly in awe right now. Great write.

[Ladysue]

Great visuals and a very creative piece...nice work...

[Miss Coral]

This is a beautiful piece. The imagery is gorgeous, the character is developed nicely even though you never speak about her.. but the rhythm is a bit iffy. Towards the end particularly, it wasn't consistent and threw me for a moment. Otherwise, however, this was a great piece. Well done. c:

Coral

[Ima]

Awesome!!

[Gheeneil]

We can relate to this. We are, in our own time, a prisoner, more so of emotion. Somehow, I dare say, we're all escapist---running away toward the exit and always finding ourselves imprisoned in the end still.

such deep and realistic piece you've written. keep writing.

[Faceless Love]

I love the imagery of the poem especially since she is painting. Great poem.