The sun ascends swiftly,
in a sweeping brilliance of streaks colored in orange, yellow, and red,
awakening the sky from its deep, dark slumber,
as the birds flap their groggy wings preparing to take flight
through the beautifully painted scene that lies on my canvas.
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My brush pauses mid-stroke, letting the yellow drip, drip, drip
as tears slip, slip, slip down my shadowed face
because I realize that I can’t keep painting
this idyll, this picturesque, this perfect place, this perfect life
when mine is quite the opposite, as contrasting as black and white.
~
Unconsciously, my art morphs from a dreamlike facade
into the reflection of my soul as my brush paints harsh strokes of blood red
while anger and pain flash before my eyes,
but soon my hand slows as it paints
the blue curved lines of loss and sorrow.
~
Through my eyes, I view my life only in shades of gray which I suppose compels me
to dip my brush in a bland hue
to cover up all of the life, beauty, colors, and lies
as my life falls into a deep, dark slumber,
as the sun descends slowly.
Oh how dark! How gothic! How moody! I love these types of poems.There’s something so romantic about them.Something so beautiful with darkness.Something that can just compel you.Something about the darkness that is enticing.How amazing this was! Yeah,I pretty much liked it.Great job on this.I can’t say enough compliments for this piece.I hope that you will have a nice day and night.
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Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem about a painter who realizes that his painting contradicts his somber life and who angrily proceeds to change it. I like the alliteration of sun, ascends, swiftly, sweeping.... I like how the poem dramatizes the sudden realization of the situational irony by making his hand pause and how the dripping of the yellow paint coincides with the dripping of his tears. I also like how he attacks the painting and forces it to coincide with his bitter reality by adding colors appropriate to his bitterness.
Of course colors do have their symbolic meanings and evoke an emotional reaction from the reader. Reds and oranges evoke cheerfulness and optimism,. The dawning of a new day a future with rosy prospects. Yellow on the other hand has been used to represent cowardice. Perhaps the painter has not proven brave ior intrepid enough in his life and because of his cowardice his life is in ruins. The yellow tears of a coward? Actually, it is the context that determines how the color yellow is to be viewed. The context of it coinciding with bitter tears here is negative so it is negative.
The meanings of Yellow
Lurking in the background is the dark side of yellow: cowardice, betrayal, egoism, and madness. Furthermore, yellow is the color of caution and physical illness (jaundice, malaria, and pestilence). Perhaps it’s no coincidence that the sources of yellow pigments are toxic metals - cadmium, lead, and chrome - and urine.
https://www.colormatters.com/the-meanin ... ors/yellow
Hewo, its Jade writing another review for a wonderful poem!
I loved the imagery you included into this, using all the details to create a colorful picture. It might just be my imagination though,
I also loved how much detail you included and also how interesting it was.
This was beautifully written.
Well done.
This was deep, having such a powerful meaning to it. You put such beautiful imagery into the viewer's mind with colors and what they associate with. The truth of the artist's work is the hidden emotions they experience and hide away from view, therefore creating a perfect world in which they will to live in.
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Hi, manilla here for a review. Let's get the nitpicky things out of the way, shall we?
"this idyll, this picturesque, this perfect place, this perfect life
when mine is quite the opposite, as contrasting as black and white."
Through my eyes, I view my life only in shades of gray which I suppose compels me"
"to dip my brush in a bland hue
to cover up all of the life, beauty, colors, and lies
as my life falls into a deep, dark slumber,
as the sun descends slowly."
Hi .This is Kman134. I'm here to review your work.
I have always enjoyed art with my favorites being impressionist and baroque. the emotions and frustrations and artist puts in his work has always been the main drive in creating a masterpiece for many of the great ones, but there would always be a brick wall they will hit. Sooner or later, their works will stop and they will cease painting. However, they will always find a muse that will inspire their works like nature or the people around them. That what I love about artists. They are more aware of the ephemeral nature of their creation but know their art will withstand the force of time, even when they are given such obstacles.
"The sun ascends swiftly,
in a sweeping brilliance of streaks colored in orange, yellow, and red,
awakening the sky from its deep, dark slumber,
as the birds flap their groggy wings preparing to take flight
through the beautifully painted scene that lies on my canvas."
I liked how you captured the magic of nature. the symbolisms of life and beauty emphasizing the environment that artists take in. Usually, when getting such beauty in a canvas using watercolors to bring life to a painting, which is usually how impressionism tends to do.
Anyway, I like your work. keep up the good work.
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