Saturday, April 2, 2011

hopeless art ...


I thought it will give me solace.
I tried to paint
with earnest honesty,
an indigo blue bird
and her full throated song
with a color a tad darker
than the ocean and
a little more intense
than a rain forest.
It was beautiful
but it didn’t hop;
nor did it sing.

One day,
tired of being lonely,
in a fit of rage,
I tore it apart
and threw it away.

8 comments:

The Unknowngnome said...

But the memory remains and it has made you sing. :)

Andy said...

Great imagery for such a sad poem.

Krislin Neo, Ting (Syracuse Pike) said...

Oh dear.. you should not... but yes, at times, when I tried to draw or even write, I will just end up dumping it aside.. *HUG*

Rose said...

I saw the painting in your words it was beautifull. :)

deeps said...

hope it s only the 'art' that u tore apart!!!!

sonny said...

you gave up....?

Brian Miller said...

we create allkinds of things trying to mask the loneliness...i hope she found someone more than a faxsimile....

ayala said...

sad poem....lovely