Dear Arundass TP,
The tears for the imperfect painting,
sometimes we think, yeah, a portrait, or an inognination, will truce
our eyes, our vision, our desire, our feelings of yonder day,
but I like you say "the tears" so ever dismay, and perfection to my knowledg
It seems like the subject is experiencing a feeling of awe, something we’ve all felt before when looking at a work of art or nature that makes us reflect on our own delicate lives in the face of such grand and beautiful things. Lovely poem.
Hello T.P. and thank you for sharing this very finely penned poem. You sketch a beautiful palette of colour for your reader to feast on as you paint the most beautiful scenery for them to enjoy. I believe he cried because he fully realised the beauty of the world, but he had nobody to share it with and that cast a shadow on his future. Kudos on this very emotive write so delicately penned. I so enjoyed reading this wonderful poem, poignant and filled with beauty. Thank you so very much for sharing, T. P. Lovely work!
At the edge of one's life, one may recognise that life would extend beyond oneself. Over the fences of human capability to perceive nature, a sight there lies waiting to be seen. Life beyond one's mortal comprehension eases one's temporal pain in death and remakes one's spirit into the essence to return to the worldly vat of our mutual origin, Tiamat's womb. That is the most idyllic end to a mortal life. Thank you for sharing your work, author Arundass TP.
- Leon
I think he cried in happiness, tears of joy for nature’s amazing creations…he seemed to be in awe of the various colors and hues of desert, mountains, etc…nice write TP
Warmly, B
He cries for the beauty of creation. The vastness and his own small place in it with his memories. A lovely piece Arundass. A word canvas of emotion and colours.