The Artist

If I try to describe it, I think I would probably spoil it

'The Artist'

Placing his left thumb

Into the small hole and

Mixing yellow ochre

With Parisian green

 

The escaper attempts to paint

His canvas dream

 

For seven nights

His brush caressed her face

An entire month of tired eyes

Could not capture her

 

A whole decade later though

An old easel hugs a dusty canvas still

Did he really lose his mind to her

?

 

 

Author's Note

Picture this......

Reviews

[Lorry]

If you need to ask the question, then I assure you, you are probably as nutty as an explosion in a snickers factory Neville.
But fear not, I have discovered a 100% effective cure that will banish the constant thought of her spoiling your weetabix forever more.... It all goes away instantly on death.
What? Well what did you expect from the guy in the bouncy room two down from your own?
She messed me up so bad man, that I keep thinking Donald Trump is president ffs!
The so called sane can have this world, i'll just go live on a farm in the countryside with all the other neon green invisible penguins. :)

[Neville]

Hey neighbour, you seen any pinkies lately... I gotta get outa here... you got any plans up ya sleeves.. sorry, forgot.. you aint got any sleeves write now... :)

[Anjali]

That's beautiful... I liked the theme so much. It's really creative and fresh. I don't know if the artist captured her or not..but this poem really captured my attention.. extremely beautiful!

[Neville]

thank you dear Anjali much appreciated and true...

[Anjali]

You're welcome.

[Neville]

bless ya...

[emmajoy]

Perhaps artists and poets base their own skills and desires via the most beautiful inspiration of all: love wrapped in fate. 'Thinks your artist loved so deeply, so intensely, he reached the stage when he just couldn't do justice to his love.. still present maybe or out of sight. That was the scene set.. but, what you wrapped it in is truly wonderful phrasing, as sincere as you've past written. So very real, Neville.

[Neville]

Thank you sincerely emmajoy... Neville

[angel]

I know this feeling; things that need to be seen, going unpainted if not unimagined. Nice, very evocative. Good job, Neville, paint me impressed.

[Neville]

I am delighted that you stopped here for a while and considered these words.... many thank you's.... consider yourself daubed...Neville

[Lydia Shutter]

This one takes me back to a time when an artist was a very special man in my life. Can an artist truly capture someone on canvas? If the love is there, I believe the answer is "Yes". Love leads some to madness...as does art. Well written, Neville. Lydi**

[Neville]

Thank you so much for the visit and positive feedback on these words my dear Friend Lydi**.......... Neville

[Fran Marie]

Yes ..very much so..he gave his all and by doing so lost it all..he was captured by her beauty and couldn't break loose of the thoughts of perfecting his image of her and it drove him quite mad in the end..well written poem here

[Neville]

Thank you so very much indeed for your encouraging opinion and comments, all welcome and appreciated..... Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

Artist are overtook by beauty. Writer's too. Hemingway and Salinger wrote of women as perfection and things lost. I liked these words. Artist and writers. Blessed and haunted by thoughts, faces and places. Thank you Neville for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Neville]

Your words ring loud and true.. and those great writers certainly had a thing or two.. your visit here is much appreciated my good friend.... Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful write and you are welcome my friend.

[Neville]

Cheers Coyote........... N

[lightsong]

what I see that he lost his all to her, not only his mind, I think he didn't paint again, and his dream's painting still waiting hanged there, a real artist may take long years to finish his own satisfying masterpiece, and our artist here seemed to be stuck without being able to move on, almost dead.

[Neville]

a very close approximation to what I once had in my head... now you can chose from a goldfish or a coco nut........ Neville

[lightsong]

when I distinguish the main difference between the two, I will chose : )

[Neville]

One of them is orange, the other looks like a large hairy orange....

[lightsong]

lol You are really sweet my friend!

[Neville]

............:)

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Thoughts that capture never lost but finding oneself in the beauty of another- coming home to the place of soft colours hues that turn the soul inside out at peace with the artists brush - wonderful 🌹

[Neville]

Why thank you kindly.. many thanks indeed......and All Good Things.. Neville

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

My pleasure always and may the goodness be returned a hundredfold🌹

[Neville]

.....then I shall thank you again..

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

My pleasure....always🌹

[Neville]

thank you my very dear friend & true.... :)

[Einstein Noodle]

really like the perspective in this one...the narrator a voyeur behind the eyes of the artist ... i can't imagine the paintings left on the easel over the centuries ... trying desperately to express the eye of the beholder .. as an artists dabs and paints and dabs and paints and repaints in the attempt ... i am quite sure this one lost his mind.... poor soul ;( closing with a question like that set the hook for me .. thanks for sharing this Neville ... it has just the hint of being confessional somehow .. are you also a painter? ;)
E.

[Neville]

Hi Gene.. wow a special big thank you my friend, thank you so much for your very detailed observations and thoughts.. each are so much appreciated I can hardly say... yes, I have dabbled in the past and fully intend to try my hand again when time permits... I did once promise to try and post something of mine a while back I recall but as yet, have not been able to upload anything... one day tho, maybe.... Take care my Friend and thanks again..... Neville