strokes of hope

A thousand faces 

smudged into a blur

appearing different,

but really all the same.

A thousand voices

drowned in chaotic chorus,

no colour, 

no meaning,

no sense.

Streaks of colour

flash across the canvas

momentarily bringing life

into the image of our world,

they are quickly overwhelmed

The senseless world cant accept it,

caught in their meaningless existence

the colours seem 

strange,

obscure,

radical...

and unacceptable.

Darkness quickly overwhelms the image,

and the artist tries once more

to bring colour to this world

Each time he tries

the same thing happens

but he never gives up,

he never gives in...

He will try and try again,

until the colour,

takes its hold

 

Reviews

[Sweets]

I LOVED THE TITLE D=
and the ending is awesome!
This is so creative and wonderful!
Nicely done! :D

[Joshua Smit]

interesting to see the different interpretations of this... when i wrote this poem i actually had God in mind as the artist, and the colours being the people that faithfully serve him

[piggy]

well good for you

god loves a trier.

[roarke]

this is a very well expressed concept. The artists role has always been unique in civilization and society. The artist is a harbinger, bringing the world the creativity it didn't know it needed.

Strong piece, nice job.

[Siren]

Beautifully hopeful. I can see the paint overtaken by darkness, the colours fighting to stand out but ultimately swallowed. I picture just a slight little fall of the artist's mouth, but then he begins again and is as happy as before. This is a great write.