The Gallery

Life can be a work of art....

This night spent in the halls of mind, 

I wander alone, 

reflecting on the canvasses created. 

One painting called " Lamentation of love", 

brush strokes delicately applied, 

half of colors midnight azure, 

serious and somber. 

the other half of vibrant crimson, 

 of passions' amore.  

Paintings of triumphs, failures,

 rejection's bitter, 

tears dryly wept.  

and of friends loved. 

Nostalgia stabs my heart again, 

Oh to wash it away, 

these stains of the past, 

pleasant and desperately desired, 

mirages of the mind.  

I continue on, 

at the end of the hall, 

the last painting, 

my visage staring back, 

closely I inspect it's details realizing, 

it is a conglomeration of all the paintings, my love, 

pain, happiness, success's, failures, 

high's, low's, good deeds, and sins, 

all those works of art, 

those images created, 

are me, 

to lose them is to erase my identity....

Author's Note

We are the ones painting our lives, we choose how we see the past....

Reviews

[tumi]

A thoughtful poem your memories feel like a gallery, showing the pieces that make you who you are.

[Dave W.]

Yes exactly, thankyou for the review