Paintbrush

A short poem relating a forgotten paintbrush to the regrets of aging and death.

Paintbrush

A skeleton prostate form,
Left discarded in the dust.
Topped with long aged bristles,
Ancient metal left to rust.

A dull bone hilt
Left cracked and worn.
With brush tips once plush,
Broken, Scorned

A Brush still stained
By paint to slowly washed
From once gentle bristles,
In days now lost.

A living relic of the days,
a long remembered dance.
Left behind, pinning for 
life's unrequited romance

Age's toll heavily taken
Youth so precious, gone.
Abandoned in an empty house,
After years toiled so long. 

With day near it's close,
Show: curtain shut tight.
A forgotten brush laments,
The end of it's life.

Author's Note

It's odd despite being pretty young I find one of my biggest fears is to one day wake up at 70 alone and full of regrets. Seeing people whose love one's consider them a chore is something I've always found sad.

Any suggestions would be really appreciated, just keep criticism constructive please.

Reviews

[Southern_Writes]

I absolutely love this, it screams to both the artist in me as well the romantic.
Amazing prose flow, I think the only thing I see I would do different is the word "scorn" doesn't really fit.

A dull bone hilt
Left cracked and worn.
With brush tips once plush,
Now broken and (forlorn)

BUT LOVE THIS otherwise, and its hard for me to love poetry, I am picky lol.

[Aeolian]

This is a really old poem I hadn't revisted in a long while, sort of just wrote it off as silly college poetry. But I really like that suggestion, though I'd probably make one small change and forgo the and.

With broken tips once plush,
Now broken, forlorn.

I like that much better than scorned. Thank you.

[Southern_Writes]

yes I like that!! and you are welcome!!!

[Insight "MH"]

Deep thoughts of life portrayed in a magnificent poem. Wisdom has no age, so being young doesn't prevent becoming wise.

[Jessalynn]

Beautiful. I love how descriptive this is.

[Bear]

Critique: (A skeleton prostate form) skeletons
(The end of it's life.) The contraction - it's - should be a possessive form of the pronoun instead "its"

Review: Masterfully written with nice philosophical depth, your articulation in crafting this is beyond reproach. You painted a vivid image with your word selection that will linger in your readers mind long after digesting it. I want to thank Poison for sending me the read request for this wonderful work of literature. Bravo! Clap! Clap!

[nocool]

very good...
I loved it, I loved the picture you painted in this, and the feeling i got reading the words and seeing it in my mind.

[Briana Noël Manzan..]

I love this; I like the intimate personification of a man-made tool. Great use of imagery as well!

[Dani The Unreviewed]

i share that fear with you. the shear thought of it scares tha crap outta me... But i guess we should all live our youth out, and make as much of it as possible. love the poem

[McBear]

I really am enjoying the form of poetry you provide. I will send read requests to boost your views.