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:
But the memory remains and it has made you sing. :)
Great imagery for such a sad poem.
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*
I saw the painting in your words it was beautifull. :)
hope it s only the 'art' that u tore apart!!!!
you gave up....?
we create allkinds of things trying to mask the loneliness...i hope she found someone more than a faxsimile....
sad poem....lovely
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