Things I Can Do With A White Canvas

I once tried to get out my anger by painting... needless to say, I wrote a poem about it instead

In front of me lies pen, paper, and paint

 

In my midst leans a white canvas

 

Into which I vent my feelings

 

Or rather...my frustrations

 

Shall I pick up the pen to write eloquent lines of cursing, forbodding poetry?

 

The rhyme to no reason to bring about its own melody?

 

Melody of your delicate sounding lies...

 

As pleasing to the ear as the poetry I now struggle to dictate

 

The stories of betrayals....daring to flow from your lips?

 

Words themselves stirring up inside, akin to utter rage

 

To your blatant disregard...

 

Ok... perhaps another mode to vent my feelings..

 

With pencil, I draw bold, dashing lines

 

Your likeness staring back at me through the paper

 

Your smile and the speech bubble "I love you."

 

Echoing from your lips

 

Wait... this is not your face

 

Erase the ends of the smile

 

Easily, almost too easily, into a scowl

 

Erase the word love to the word hate

 

Just like how quickly you changed those words on me

 

The expressions of your face transitioning with a flick of the corner's of your mouth

 

Erase the picture... wish I could erase your memory

 

Pick up a brush to slash vibrant color across a blank waiting sheet

 

Angry reds, violent hues streaked wrecklessly on the canvas... and myself

 

Marking your areas of distaste with my supposed less-than-adequate existance

 

Effortlessly sliding your own brush upon me

 

To change my "imperfections" and "fix" my appearance

 

No realisation of the manslaughter of which innocence is the victom

 

Now the pencil is interwoven with the lines... like the lies you entwined that soon snared and caught you

 

The pen runs out on me... and so had he

 

Clutching the canvas with white knuckles, face ashen at the memories..............

 

Wouldn't it have been simpler to hit you with the canvas instead?

Reviews

[Ahmad Cox]

This was a very strong poem. I enjoyed it and the last lines really took hold.