Sometimes in the past or
may be a few decades ago
I had hidden myself in a painting.
but the noise of colours annoy me now.
The four seasons from the painter’s
deft stroke whirl and roll in a frenzy
and I can’t stop my tears.
And the familiar doorway and this white wall;
they appear fearfully dreary.
I want to step out.
I need to find myself.
But I have forgotten
in which one did I hide myself!
15 comments:
Perhaps you just need to jump out rather than search where you had hidden :)
nice...rather surreal...sounds like it's time for a change when the colors start to annoy and the once felt safety seems to be no longer there...sure you gonna find yourself again..
the thought to hide yourself in a painting is rather fantastical...but among the chaos of all the color it can surely get uncomfortable...finding yourself again after hiding is not always easy either..
What an amazing poem!
I love the idea of being outside and looking in at the place where you are hiding. I could almost tie my mind in knots just trying to work out where you are.
A brilliant brain-teaser, written with such emotion.
Love it:)
Can I help? I have some paint remover. :)
Very beautifully expressed poem.
If you're really lost, you should invest in a good GPS device! :-P
This poem makes me feel sad as it tells of something that has transpired over the period of a very long time. the sense of being invisible is most tangible and the feeling you instill with the loss of sense of direction is unsettling even though or perhaps because it is clear that the surroundings are so familiar. Well done! I love the phrase 'the noises of the colours annoy me' brilliant painting:D I would guess you would be behind the brightest colour Moon:)
This poem expresses the searching of yourself very well, but if you keep trying to escape from your own identity, you will never find who you really are.
Where are you in the painting (= this world)...? Break that white wall and look into "your colour", your favourite season.
Good luck, Moon.
A hug.
:)
C D,
One in search of true self told so well.
Take care
of course the real tragedy of colours is not how loud they are, but the stains they leave...
always good to see you....you are doing well?
This is so gorgeous. I love the colors, the concepts, the emotions. Wow!
Beautiful poem! Its glad to be hidden among colors as a lovely painting :)
Hey Girl what you doing down there? Haven't seen you for ages Moon, what up? Miss you, hope to see you soon :D
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