The Canvas of the Soul

Remember that, the ghost of yesterday,

Of she who left, from out our reach of sight

The ghost disguised in light for every day,

The lingering ghost who looms in darkest night.

A piece of she, the memories packed and framed,

A piece of life lost long with Father Time

And in that frame, a piece of cloth still stained

Forever still, the marker marks her sign.

Though silent, perched, where dust has gathered well

The throne of  past, to hoist her memory high
To show the world in speech which never tells,

The stories hang so she shall never die.

The soul, an art in colour-coded tones,

A piece of she, forever stands alone.

Author's Note

Essentially, this poem is comparing the artist's soul to what she/he creates on their painting canvas. As long as the picture hangs, a piece of them lives on forever - like the stories we make.

Reviews

[Chase]

I have only read this poem, out of your entire writing collage, but I can say I'll definitely be looking at more of your work. I tend to interpret the best way to read a specific poem early on and stick with that cadence all the way through, unless otherwise instructed by the tone, and so this one had a much slower pace than I had origionally anticipated. It isn't often that on this site I come across someone of your caliber. That isn't to say that the other writers don't do well, we are all at different parts of the curve and ever learning, but it was refereshing to read something that I don't feel requires the basic critiques.

We do, all of us, hold a canvas of ourselves every day. You express yours with your writing and painting, but how we carry ourselves makes us all living breathing paintings. Sometimes I feel like the world is more complicated as a picture than a moving thing. I'm very pleased to have stumbled across you.Keep at it.

[Mazie]

Thank you very much! That's very kind of you :) I'm very glad you enjoyed it and really got a lot out of what I was trying to convey. Just by your own review, I look forward to reviewing some of your own work. I can already tell you have away with words and writing :)

[Chase]

You are most welcome!!:) I really enjoy work that takes a bit of pondering. Why thank you kindly, i really appreciate that, and look forward to your reviews:)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Our bodies are only temporary but our souls are forever and continue on through our loved ones.
Really wonderful piece of poetry.

[Mazie]

thank you ^.^

[Briana O'Connor]

Very elegant and mesmerizing. Love the delicate, yet deep weaving of words. Nicely penned.

[Mazie]

thank you so much ^^

[Ashwin Thakur]

The colours of life touched by a simple brush of a complex painter
Creation of art doesnt need hands
You are the medium thtough which people will recieve your art .
Beautiful poem.

[Mazie]

thank you, I'm glad you liked it ^_^

[Tom]

Like the writer who uses words as their medium, the artist through the brush, gives us a glimpse into their very soul !

A wonderfully creative piece of writing, you too Crazi share that beautiful gift of self expression through your unique and talented poetry.....Exquistie indeed my friend !

[Mazie]

thank you so much Tom :) I appreciate it ^_^ You have that gift as well! Even in your comments, I marvel at your language and way with words!

[Jamie]

Such a powerful piece of work this write paints a beautiful picture :)

[Mazie]

Thank you very much :)

[Jamie]

You're welcome :)

[Jamestown]

Love the concept, well written piece! Art does tell such an amazing story,
and it can hang on to everlasting life through it as well, I enjoyed reading this. Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Mazie]

Thank you so much and I'm glad you enjoyed it and really got it :)
god bless ^^

[Su' Nacnetaf]

A bit nostalgic and pretty, "an art in colour-coded tones" has to be my favorite line from this piece. Thanks for sharing, it was thoroughly enjoyed.

[Mazie]

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it ^_^