Something New

 

Painted yesterdays I keep,

hidden quite deep,

behind dubious eyes

of green.

 

Seeking truth of true love,

guided strokes from above

painted the mate of my soul

in a dream.

 

So much was expected,

misled, misdirected;

leaves tainted my portrait

on display.

 

Bad choices were made,

causing colors to fade;

paint carelessly spilled

on today.

 

My easel still smudged

with remnants of love,

on past works of art

shading you.

 

I pick up the brush,

though careful not to rush,

as I begin to paint

something new.

 

 

Reviews

[This Page Does Not Exis..]

My god! This is magnificent. Oh, the ending is wonderful, simple, and delicate. This piece is so melodious... What a beautiful style of writing.

***My favorite stanzas:

"My easel still smudged

With remnants of love

On past works of art

Shading you"
-- Every line has its purpose in this piece and this stanza is no exception. It gives the reader such a clear, yet soft perspective of the narrators object-of-desire...


"I pick up the brush

Though careful not to rush

And I begin to paint

Something new "
-- I love the idea of clearing a canvas "smudged"...and starting "anew". ..I feel completely absolved. Thank you for this beautiful poem.

Truly,
Nancy

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

This is spectacular and captivating... sometimes our feelings lead us in the wrong direction but we must move along and help create the world we want as it won't happen by itself... once again you show the deep talent that runs through your veins with passion.

[Seriana]

Oh, bravo girl!!! This was lovely! I loved it, every drop. ;) What a nice way to express the hurt of a lost love and starting anew, in whatever way. It read very smoothly, too. Nice work!

[Antonio Valentino]

Dani this one wowed me tremendously!
One of the best poems I read since,
forever.
You captured magic in a bottle here.
And you captivated my attention.

Wonderful!
Rich

[RHEA CROSLEY]

This is an incredible write. The flow with different scenes blending like a gentle stream to the same pond. I love it, thanks.

[Prose-full]

"I pick up the brush
Though careful not to rush
And I begin to paint
Something new "----speechless..

this is easy on the eyes...very nice

[Mr. Lopez]

Dani,
This was really sweet! It is true that we paint these images of love in our minds only to find that they are misconceptions of what love really is. I liked how even after losing love, you start to paint a new. As always, your writing is wonderful.

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An artist painting a poem or a poet writning a portrait; you've written this well, and with deep meanings. Thank you for sharing