Painting the Lines

For a friend.

A memory is formed by strokes of a paintbrush,

Its intricate details steadily paced.

Glistening strongly through the moonlight,

Tears are left drying upon the canvas.

The wrist of an artist contorts and twirls,

Revealing a smile beneath the night.

A new brush is chosen, as the previous dives

Deep into the water.

Reviews

[Gedalya]

Get your palettes ready everybody, this poem should inspire us all to be artsy-fartsy even for one day.

[Acer]

The wrist of an artist contorts and twirls,
Revealing a smile beneath the night,

A new brush is chosen, as the previous dives
Deep into the water
....
powerful words indeed. Well written .

[Antonio Valentino]

A memory formed by strokes of a paintbrush,


The wrist of an artist contorts and twirls,

Revealing a smile beneath the night,


very nice :)

[p.kuhl]

this is so good! so simple and so vast. i am definitely putting this in my library

[Vartul]

A haiku like ending, to be sure. I like the poem though. Vibrant Imagery and innovative combination of words, though I like A Gift better, for its psychedelic value.

[Chelsea]

ooo.... OOOOOOO.... i really like this. like a lot.

[skigirl]

So true! Well done. Can't wait to read more!!!! Read mine sometime. THANKS ;p

[roy mccarthy]

nice poem,
paints a great image,light at the end of the tunnel!

[Casper]

Wow. This is really good. Kind of sad, but with a hint of hope. I like it :)
- Sarah