Painting Old Photographs

Love is an animal whose skies I want to be in forever.............

Love comes in colors that show truth in states as they exit
Is an animal whose skies I want to be in forever
Yet when love is gone, I can see the moon
Or am I wrong
Do I only see the spotlights
Left over from desire

All aglow as a poet, quietly I lay in the shallows of my spirit
Dreaming within old photographs, I painted
Yet when I reach for the sweetness
It is not on the table
And the way it made me feel
I cannot remember

They say it is never too late to see the colors that drift by
When you stand on the hills of your first love
If you close your eyes, you can see
Pictures you painted
And there lies the sweetness
Among the love

Perhaps the moon looks for raindrops shining in my eyes
To make those colors fade into the background
But I know the truth remains untouched
As I stand on this hill
Still painting old photographs
A brighter hue

Reviews

[iamkim]

Sometimes I hate looking at the many photos in my album. It only reminds me of the good old days where love was still there dancing in the air, whispering musics to my ear. But somehow it gives you a very good reason to keep on living...hoping for the moment to come again :)

[Theresa C Newbill]

I must read more of your work, because this poem is simply lovely. Well done!

[Letemdangle]

I read recently, that the great master painters used an camera obscura as a tool to help them paint portraits. There was much controversy caused by this. Your poem brought out that moment in time, where perhaps Rembrandt had used this technique.

[Jeremy Wyatt]

Aww so lovely, never had an old photo to paint anew... maybe now though......This has such poignancy Neva X

[Shalini Dinesh]

Wow i just love this poem, i love to paint old ones forever and ever too, for best things are worth it..... beautiful poem.

[unknown]

I paint old photographs too Neva, well done!

[The old me]

very good. every part is very well written.

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

Simply beautiful.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Only one bad thing about this poem...
It ended.

[Hayley]

This is gorgeous. I love the third stanza; I don't think I could compliment it enough! I love the picture that it puts in my mind. It's like I could be forever lost in this poem; It's like a dream.