Abstract Mind

Lifes� stains smear
     the freshly painted
sunset inside.
     Wet paint drips
in multi-faceted drops.

Running in swirling paths,
     trailing blurred memories
down the soaking
     canvas of my heart.

Turning realism into
     abstract illusions
of dreams once
     splattered upon
blank pages.

Ink is left
     to mix with
still dripping paint
     in puddles of me.

Reviews

[Nassira Merahi]

Your imagination and the way you play with the words are excellent! "Running in swirling paths,
trailing blurred memories down the soaking canvas of my heart." I love this one in particular... It is deep and emotional ... I enjoyed reading your writing. Thank you Anna :)

Salam to you :)

[Drum Bum in the Sun]

this is such an ingeniously balanced metaphor! direct and beautiful!

[An owl on the moon]

I simply love the abstract (art, poetry, thinking) so your title caught my eye! The image of the artwork, the paint, all so beautifully move down the page telling the story of life and colored memories... Simply magnificent!

[Periac]

i loved it.......

[The Archangel Gabriel]

Well penned. A fascinating whirlwind of sounds and meaning.

Peace and luv,
Gabe

[Jennifer Pennington]

Nicely Done

[Robert Erickson]

very awesome