Painting Feelings

from a pale

almost watery yellow

to the richness of

dusty old gold

                      flowers

                           or maybe just spirits

     ideas or hopes

will find themselves

forever entangled

in the most fluid dance

                            between concentric

                        and

                            tangential circles of light

angels embraced by

their own fragile wings

were spreading around

the lightest violet cast

over tormented souls

as they sung

hymns of glory

to celebrate

          the peace and stillness

                             of an enchanted

                                                       and forbidden joy

as I was painting

just random feelings

rhetorically I asked myself

                  which color is sound

and

                               which one is smell

                                                             which one is the eternal love

and

           which one is no more

                                                                           than peaceful abandonment

an avalanche of colors

took over my life

as I willingly exiled myself

to an island

of total and profound stillness

until the moment

when

the bluest sky

I ever knew

without much warning

gathered dark threatening clouds

of worry and fear

that very minute

I knew

         the Day

                   has just run out

                         of peaceful sounds

                                      of heavenly smells

          and comforting joy

I never since

painted again

This poem was published by "Eye of Life" Magazine

It is one of the first four poems published in English by a poetry magazine and I hope more will follow

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·         Petra Vlah - The Poetry Locksmith - EYE ON LIFE MAGAZINE
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Reviews

[Pete Langley]

This reminds me of Cezanne and his repetitive painting of the same mountain in ...was it Provence? ...how he saw so many variations - not just because of time of day, or weather and shadow, but how he felt and what that made him see. Your poem does this as well very eloquently, but your conclusion is ominous and disturbing. P.

[Petra Vlah]

As you know dear Peter, at times artists are "running away" from themselves only to return later when the urge to express overwhelming feelings becomes unstoppable. Remember the last few lines of your poem "Hermit crab"? It is the wave we have no control over.
Thank you for visiting me again

[David Scott]

The colors of emotion are a mystery. For each of us, the colors are different. The ending of this write was somber indeed. A door within the heart closed "never more" to open.
Thank you for sharing you powerful poetry.

[Petra Vlah]

Feelings do change in time and closed doors may open again given the right time and circumstances. Thank you for your kind comment

[David Scott]

I'm happy to know the "never more" needed a "?" for punctuation. (I couldn't resist).
Reading your work is a pleasure.

[Petra Vlah]

You know how I feel about punctuation, so feel free to distribute yours "as freely ...) you know the rest. I couldn't resist either LOL

[sakshi arora]

i think your poem has an immortal soul and i loved the idea of finding colors this comes from a child's mind which is the most creative i loved it

[Petra Vlah]

Hello Sakshi and thank you for your visit and comment. Not only children, but all of us are influenced by colors and able to associate them with feelings

[sakshi arora]

indeed :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

but you certainly painted again with words.

i like the way this drips in format like drops of paint brushing against stanzas...and with such intensity in the colorful imagery....the exceptional use of length of line to develop the rhythm.

[Petra Vlah]

Thank you again Jacob. The observation that my words are dripping like paint is very inspired and I thank you for noticing. I will come by soon to read some of your poems

[nobody]

Petra, you have described so well the joy of painting and exploring the range of colour and emotion that goes with it. Your poem is simply beautiful, and I am sorry your beautiful blue sky developed such threatening tones of worry and fear.

[Petra Vlah]

Thank you Alexandra, dear friend. What a pleasure to meet again in a much more appropriate site where creative writing is not considered a waste of time

[nobody]

I agree! It's so refreshing to be out of the commercial writing rat race and on a site where creativity is appreciated.

[Petra Vlah]

I will be moving all my writings here as soon as I get a chance (hopefully soon) and I will tel other writers about this site.

[Onku Ghosh]

Exquisitely beautiful !!!LOvely thought and refreshingly different.Great write.I am an ardent admirer of your poems.

[Petra Vlah]

Thank you Onku for your kind words. I very much appreciate your loyalty as a fan

[zainul]

I myself is not an artist by training or profession,but I always am passionate by artists and painting.
Love your wonderful presentation.
I felt curious about your age.Your 'About' indicates you are 60 y.o.( 30 + 30 in Romania and USA ).But,your profile photo shows that you are younger.Just a thought not to be answered if you are not interested.
Thanks for sharing the lovely write.

[Petra Vlah]

Your math works just fine and if "looking younger" was meant as a compliment, I will take it

[zainul]

That's a reason of my pleasure.
I am amazed by your lovely words.:)

[Vincent Moore]

Like the true artist you are, your palette was ablaze with color, you lit up the Universe in verse and color. I've often painted my words through experiences I've had in my life, yet sorrow and sadness prevailed and left me in grays and blacks. Your work is a rainbow of life and light, you lit up my life as I read these exquisite words. Brilliant poem my poet, simply magnificent. I am touched. Bravo.

[Petra Vlah]

Thank you so much Vincent. My first experience with painting was in Hawaii where I felt overwhelmed by colors and smells, by peace and stillness. I am still painting once in a great while, but since the passing of my husband " the Day/has just run out/of peaceful sounds/of heavenly smells/and comforting joy"

[Vincent Moore]

You couldn't have chosen a better place to paint, I too love Hawaii and its atmosphere. Yes when one had a void in ones heart we lose a part of us. I am a single man who writes, reads and paints. Yes I to had the passion of the brush and am now just reviving my work. My paint box is out, my easel set up and it awaits me, I have not felt the inspiration as I do find words. Hugs

[Kris]

This was an amazing experience - reading your poem. The sensuous imagery took me places in my mind I'v never been. This absolutely fascinatingly beautiful, astounding! Thank you very much for sharing this wonderful piece!

[Petra Vlah]

I thank you Chrissy for your kind and generous comment. It has been more than 20 years now that I experimented those powerful feelings during a vacation in Hawaii and IF there is Paradise than Maui is it.