A Painting

A poem

A blank canvas.

A world waiting.

Colours.

Creators.

Learning, passion, hate,

Memories, ideas, saddness,

Happiness, fear and Love,

Are all created on and with,

These tools of the imagination.

Work, time and life,

Are wasted on this,

Small token of life.

The world is finished.

 

Author's Note

Please ignore grammer and spelling problems. Please also tell me what you think of the feeling placed here.
Thank-you!

Reviews

[Sanober]

An intriguing piece... It is true we create the world we live in...just like with painting. We're the ones responsible for our own happiness and miseries. A wonderfully wise, and succinct poem. Yes, i do feel the depth of the feeling here. Great job!!

[Hobbit]

Thank-you for your review!!

[Relic]

The world and how we perceive it as well as what we see around us are all a part of the painting. I like your take on this. Well written.

[Hobbit]

Thank-you for your review. I am a painter as well as a writer and I was inspired to write a poem on how I feel when I paint a painting. Thanks!

[Scott Mou]

I do enjoy the feeling put into this poem. My favorite part(s) were the first 2 and last 3 lines

[DezChampion]

I really do like how by the time I finished reading it, I actually felt, well, there's my life.