A Painted Poem

Here's another poem about that girl. It was actually just written a few days ago.

Bottles of paint upon my shelf, Red and yellow, black and blue, I will take it upon myself, To mix those paints and color you, Why do you run from my brush? Are you afraid of your markings? Why are you in such a rush To ignore your caref’ly gained harkings? Listen to my words, my love, You are canvas, I am key To painting you a perfect dove, To bring that olive branch to me, Because you see, my work of art, I have given you my heart.

Reviews

[Kaye]

Another brilliant poem! I love the idea of you being the painter and (I assume it's a girl) running away from you like that. Really sweet.
"Are you afraid of your markings?
Why are you in such a rush
To ignore your caref'ly gained harkings?"
Did seem like a shaky section to me. The words "markings" and "harkings" seem like a stretch with the rest of the vocabulary in the poem. I actually don't think it would hurt the poem at all to completely exclude these three lines, but it's all up to you. The rest of the poem is great!