Thursday, May 21, 2009

Wet Paint

Bleeding reds and blues
She painted the world
From her mind's eye
Chaotic brushstrokes
Clouds fashioned like mustaches
They were fantastic
And raindrops falling
Black and hard
Against her back
Paint splattered like bullets
On the mahogany pavement
Knee deep in paint
The palette her riverboat
Men as trees
Bending brown limbs
Birds swallowing blue skies
And her eyes
Floating like a great balloon
To the edge of the canvas

9 comments:

Brosreview said...

Great imagery, fantastic metaphors delivering a sold message here. Ah, keep them coming!!! I reckon, this is one of your finest works. Keep at it!!!

septembermom said...

You know how I love poetry about painting :) Love "knee deep in paint". This is one of my favorite poems from you!

Andrea said...

Such vivid imagery! Love this one! :)

judith ellis said...

Men as trees
Bending brown limbs
Birds swallowing blue skies
And her eyes
Floating like a great balloon
To the edge of the canvas

I especially like these lines, lovely poet.

septembermom said...

I left an award for you on my blog today:)

Nadege said...

loving the surreal quality of your poem,
the colors reach out and hold onto me capturing
my own imagination.

Kilauea Poetry said...

I enjoyed this poem..and
"Paint splattered like bullets
On the mahogany pavement
Knee deep in paint
The palette her riverboat"
Wonderful..I'm curious as to what inspired this??

workerv said...

This great piece of art should be hanging
in a child's room, an art class or library.
Wait until the paint dries{:

Pretty Me!! said...

wow !! loved this one .. for the colors .. the images .. everything :)