Artist's Eye

Artist’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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[trainwreck]

As always, your work is thought-provoking and beautiful. I love the format you used on this!
Your style is really maturing. Excellent job.
Heidi

[Arabdha]

I love the way you compare life to a painting...
"They bent, swirled,conformed"..isn't that exactly how it is ?
I'm adding i to my favorites...keep writing :-)

[MandaBear]

Very cool. Really interesting