Artist's EyeA Poem by J.e.s.s.i.c.aArtist’s Eye
I used to see the world in
shades. They bent, swirled, conformed To the image I beheld. Pale,
grey, dull. Black and white refused to mingle And the progression was where I
went to Select my palate. All of creation was painted
before my eyes.
Slowly, texture began to develop. Powerful words polka-dotted my
view of the
world And sprayed hints of blue into my
sky. The stark contrast between my
shades began to Blend. A certain mystery accompanied
these additions but Heavy thoughts kept me grounded In my perfect world of shades.
Opinions conflicted, and
explosions began To ignite my view. I tried to keep the lines neat
and tidy, Managing the colors, but they
continued trying To move beyond their
predetermined boxes. I fought it. I didn’t want my impeccably organized
construction to break.
My grip began to weaken, my
knuckles white, And I could no longer uphold my
outlook. I closed my eyes, counted to ten, And I let go. As if from behind a barricade, Colors surged across my world, Painted my sky with rich reds and
vibrant violet. My world caught on fire. My world is now alive. My world is now free.
© 2013 J.e.s.s.i.c.aAuthor's Note
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Added on February 18, 2013Last Updated on February 18, 2013 AuthorJ.e.s.s.i.c.aWetaskiwin, CanadaAboutHey, I love to write and I just want some feedback :) more..Writing
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