Pain(t) and Ink

Just a memory, has no merit on today...

Clouds scattered out upon a deepened blue

The fresh ink on the virgin page seems so...

Yet it is my eyes which threaten heavy rain

 

"I... wrote this," I stutter, "...I wrote... this... for you."

Your blank expression speaking volumes, your throat clears

"I'm sure it's nice, but I've never liked poetry..."

 

Love puddled into a form on a canvas, alive

You just as I see you, strong and tall (I feel small)

Yet my feelings are bigger than you...

 

"I... painted", I murmur, "...I painted this, it's you."

There is a smirk playing at your lips, you breathe out..

"It doesn't look anything like me, but thanks, I guess..."

 

Veins shrinking inward to the core turned blue

Ink and paint my last reminders of you, I keep

To remind me how love can cause a rift

If it is only one-sided

 

Author's Note

When I am in love they see the full scope of my adoration in my creativity. Many of the older poems I have posted here at the cafe are about someone who never cared to read them, though on Myspace they were read and enjoyed by hundreds at times. I just evoked his memory this morning, though now I have someone who appreciates every word and every image.

Reviews

[Damian Alan Gray]

When one is an artist, of any ilk, it is so very difficult to be in a relationship with someone who is not. I know this feeling quite well. It's as though you have absolutely nothing in common, and for an artist it is one of the most lonely feelings in the world. I like the way you encapsulated the feeling. You were able to evoke the loneliness, the apprehension and the self-conscious feelings all within five stanzas. Very nice work, Constance.

[lady o]

lovely, lovely piece of writing. Well done, in form and what is says to my heart.... like your format and wording. Exceptional in my mind's eye...

[Steve Thompson]

this is a thoughtful write, and i liked how it was put. "To remind me how love can cause a rift
If it is only one-sided," and the last line here is very, very true.

[Rainbowco]

Painting and writing in wonderfulness this is a work of art.