Amaranthine canvas

Of art and artists

Amaranthine canvas

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The artist stains the walls with passion
People stop to watch him bleed
He blends his thoughts with a mental brush
and dabbles with the colors of his inner swirls.
A streak of anger runs through him
And lo! a red river flows down the page
He recalls a lily bloom amidst calm waters
And there emerges a cool, watery glade .
Sweat of hard work skids off his back
descending in cascading waterfalls
Scars of long lost loves come to life
leaving traces of a broken harp.
Spring beckons him to her floral lap
as wild flowers burst upon his canvas.
A blush of colour, a dab of paint.
his work done as the artist throws
whirlpools of colour into abandoned holes.
filling the blanks which nature forgot
or those smudged by human echoes.

Reviews

[anindita]

This is so wonderful. The words paint a picture of its own just like the work on the canvas being spoken about here. I love the words used by you. They are brimming with life and serve the purpose perfectly.

[Siddhartha]

Oh, this is an amazing poem about artists and their craft. I loved the way you combined the subconscious thought with the real art. Beautiful allusions and as has been already said, great poetry.

[TheFemininePad]

A very beautiful poem with amazing word choices. I really liked how you described each thing the painter does, and how he imprints parts of his soul into his work. The hard work pours forth onto a blank canvas, and transforms it into a beautiful work of art. Great poetry.