The Painter

Within one of the many furrows along the

Old stone wall, he sat

With his back arched, so that paint-soaked hands

slacked upon his knees.

After enduring yet another tiresome and impoverish

Day on the site, his

Clothes were crusted with a drab, dry medley

Of emulsion and under-arm varnish.

But behind the wall, the church stood; a rise against

a cloud-splattered sky.

Looking up brought the welcomed unease of artificial movement.

But still his legs felt the

Chill of the dry stone he sat on. Bare bottomed boots,

Stripped clean of a soul

Were relieved by this stop along the journey home, where

He could sit to watch the day, and tomorrow, go by.

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Absolutely love this poem. I have never read a poem about an artist and found myself smiling as I read through it. When I got to 'With his back arched, so that paint-soaked hands
slacked upon his knees,' I just felt like you had put so much thought into the poem and as I read on I was happy to read that you had done just that.

I Like the sentence sizes and the overall 'look' and structure of the poem, it just gives it that extra feeling of thought that you put into the poem when you were writing it.

My favourite phrase as it were is 'Cloud-splattered sky;' I cant put into words how beautiful that metaphor is.

The poem is just pure gold, I know that I will keep coming back to this poem in the future just to read it again.

I'm off to read more of your work :D

Brilliant poem

That's fantastic. Thank you very much; you made my day :) I'm really glad you liked it.

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therealme
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This is a very genius piece of writing. It is beautiful and deep and all things wonderful!

I love painting, and painters, and anything in between so i can completely relate to this poem and the lovely descriptive words and imigary you placed all throughout it.

One of my favorite parts was 'But behind the wall, the church stood; a rise against
a cloud-splattered sky.'

I wouldn't change a thing about the poem apart from maybe where you've created new lines (i don't know whether this would ruin the poems rhythm but yeah). like for example:
'Within one of the many furrows along the
Old stone wall, he sat
With his back arched, so that paint-soaked hands
slacked upon his knees.'

I would have wrote:

'Within one of the many furrows along the old stone wall, he sat,
with his back arched, so that paint-soaked hands slacked upon his knees.'

so less lines so that there are less pauses maybe? it's really up to you. I might be wrong!
I think your poem is brilliant and i enjoyed it greatly xx

That's very kind of you. Thanks!! Yeah, when I was writing the poem I wondered about the way the lines were used. I think you might be right. I'll have a think :)

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rheaaaa
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Wow , there are a lot of good writers . You might be one of the best that i have read . keep doing what you are doing . I wish i was as creative as you . When You Write Your Poems I Think People Really Get Into Them Because They Are So Deep . They make You Want To Read Them Again . Great Job (:

Wow, thank you for the review. It means a lot :)

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KylaThompson
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Hello, Kyla here to review you. I like this poem, I think it is very nice. I would like to break the poem apart and tell you what I think. If I say something misleading, or I am misunderstanding the style, please inform me. I want to start off by saying even though though I really like this, I do think that you should've seperated it into more pieces.

With the first part, I think it would look better if you would've put a period behind "he sat". I think it would've been better if you put "so that paint-soaked.." under "with his back arched". I would've put "slacked upon his knees" beside it. I think then it should be seperated then.

I really like this next part as well. I think I would've put a comma after tiresome although. I think it would look nicer if you put "After enduring yet another tiresome," and then move "and impoverish day on this site" on the next line. I would've then put a period, then started with "his clothes were crusted with a drab," then on the next line "dry medley of emulsion and under-arm varnish." I would have then seperated it then. I really like reading this next part, I really enjoyed reading this poem. I do think though, that I wouldn't have added the "but' and just put "Behind the wall, the church stood;" I would've then put "a rise against a cloud-splattered sky" on the next line. I think with the next, I would've put "Chill of the dry stone he sat on" beside "But still his legs felt the". I think it would've looked better if you then put "Bare bottomed boots," on the bottom line with "Stripped clean of a soul". I think that on this next part, I would've put "where" on the bottom with the rest.

I really hope this helped, I really liked reading it! Keep writing :)

Thank you very much. You're my first reviewer! :)
Yeah, when I was writing this, I did some really weird stuff with the layout, and so it was interesting that that's what you picked up on straight away. Thanks for the review. It means a lot :)

I really hope it does! I always say at the beginning of my review, if I'm misleading or misunderstanding don't ever hesitate to say something! I really hope it helped!



In short, Mrs. Pontellier was beginning to realize her position in the universe as a human being, and to recognize her relations as an individual to the world within and about her.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening