Still, he paints

A sad one for Valentine's day...

Still, he paints            by Sami Khalil

Still, he paints…

the sleepless, starry nights;

the swaying, mirrored surfaces;

the littered shells left by tides,

proffered as souvenirs;

the crushing waves upon quays;

the salty air, rising with

resounding sea-gulls;

the frosty kisses of winter’s breezes;

the drifts of fog, dampened with mists;

the melting snow when warmth arrives

those slippery slopes;

the ghosts of the past struck with

thunder and lightning;

the sidling up of candles to

a golden moon;

the heaved firewood, for

fires that burnt slowly;

the passion-soaked midnights,

made for lovers;

the clutches of love upon

the crutches of hope.

Still, he paints…

Vultures circling high.

 

Reviews

[Pete]

sometimes glad that it's but once an anum but the art always remains. wrapped in the afghan of your knitted and pearled words, i never want to let go of the imagery and feeling. deep, rich, bittersweet chocolates for that sharp, arrowed, diapered day. now you've got me thinking of bob ross wafting shades of blue. top stuff sami ... :)

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! Coming from you is an honor indeed. Might send you a free Afghan. Thank you kindly sir Pete for the time and effort.

[Sami Khalil]

He is one of my faves bu the way..

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

Wow... a fantastic piece! So many wonderful layers to this piece. The closing just sits with you!

[Sami Khalil]

Javajavaya! Thank you so much dear poet and friend for this wonderful response. All rich blessings.

[Lydia Shutter]

Back to the beach...always the best place to be if you ask me! I pictured the man who works in the lighthouse painting all that she sees from his perch. The vultures circle...knowing the end is near for him, but he has those "crutches of hope" and love to get him through. A bittersweet beauty, Sami. Lydi**

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy woooo! So true and well said. You are astute. Thank you so much Lydia of Fl. for your appreciation and continued friendship.
It also reminds me of Pablo Neruda at his Isla Negra estate.

[Lydia Shutter]

Yes, reminiscent of that as well. You are very welcome, Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

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[Sami Khalil]

Pablo Neruda paints by words ofcourse.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Sami...I love Lighthouses by the Sea with the breeze
that brings the Gorgeous Seagulls. The Art with your poetry has me
transported to a peaceful place where love is easy and hearts keep beating.
tenderly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy woooo! I do like the same. It reminds me of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. I experienced what you say. Thank you kindly for sharing your thoughts and feelings

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sami... your Poem is a Keeper... so beautiful... I can feel the soft Spray and hear the soulful song of the Seagull. We often feed the Seagulls here where we live, along the Rappahannock River. You need to give them very "light-weight" food; otherwise, they cannot fly... as the Wildlife Guide related to me a number of years ago.

[Chris Shaw]

the crutches of hope … what an incredible line Sami. Fantastic poetic expression and imagery in a poem which has a sad ending.

Never lose hope.

Chris

[Sami Khalil]

Javajavaya! So true and well said. Thank you so much dear poet and friend for this wonderful gift. Mighty kind of you.

[Chris Shaw]

Without hope there is nothing …..

[Sami Khalil]

I agree 👍 💯.

[willweb]

Keep going, even as the circle above grows...maybe they just like your art. : ) This was fun Sami. This took me to the beach and I could see all of these wonderful painted objects.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! So true and well said. Thank you so much WillWeb for this amazing review.

[Linda alexander]

This poem is so picturesque. While you are reading you can feel the place painted in this writing, one of the luxury readers enjoy when great forms of art whether in a poem, writing, novel of movie you feel like you are in that place, really liked the poem.

[Sami Khalil]

Howdy do! I honored to have you visit and share your thoughts. You are gifted and kind. Thank you kindly for all.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

We must continue to practice our art. It's just what artists do. We have no choice in the matter because our art defines us. It may be poetry or paint, photography or stories that we tell; but like a river filled to overflowing we must rise above our banks. The floods will recede and the water will remain in its channel but now and then we are overcome. I do not know what power drives such need; only that it is like the lifeforce within me and cannot be extinguished without the candle of my life being snuffed out. An artist set out once to paint the world and he traveled far, far across the sea. The scenery changed around him but every canvas held his signature, every brushstroke, his name and identity. I greatly enjoyed the read.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! You are astute and right on the money. I love your take on this poem and subject. Thank you kindly sir Fabian for your appreciated visit and yourself.

[Ken Simm.]

I like and will take this as a painter Sami. No vultures in Scotland however. Melancholy and richly written.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! What a lovely take on this poem. You are indeed a great artist. Scotland is a magical place. No wonder it inspires you with all that beauty. I'm glad you don't have those vultures. We have them, as you know, in the States along with politicians. Thank you so much sir. On a Concord to see you...

[andrew mitchell]

Sometimes a artist’s work is never done, is it not an on going process. Nicely written Sami as always.

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy woooo! I agree wholeheartedly. You shared the truth with us. Thank you kindly Emperor Andrew for taking some time out of your busy scheduled meetings.

[andrew mitchell]

Always a pleasure King Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

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