Her Point of View

a gallery to my heart

Dumbfounded and was led astray

Through the chambers and passages

Breathtaking was the sight to see

Yet was not what she expected

Pathways filled with burning colors

A mere pulsating melody

Witnessed a heart throbbing with pain

A life living with affliction

As she looked and wandered around

She embraced the fiery comfort

A heart pumping through suffering

With richness but something's missing

Author's Note

I wrote this for my creative writing class, let me know what you think and what I can improve on <3

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

dear Mari! the drawing is incredible .. love the concept and impact it has visually... i have my old man eyes and, unfortunately .. just can not read the lines :( no matter how i squint .. would love if you could make the print larger ... peace and joy on ya!
E.

[mariposa]

Thank you so much! My friend helped me design this

[mariposa]

I never realized how the image's quality was reduced so I typed the poem instead, hope that helps :)

[Einstein Noodle]

thank you! i think you have captured the tenderness of a woman's heart through her suffering .. i like how she "...wondered around" ..but do you mean wandered? for me V3 L2 says it all .. what potential we humans release when we can embrace the fire .. without caveat, complaint nor fear ... how very much our pain can teach and change us ... like little else can says i! all together a very impactful poem/art piece .. well done, in my opinion.
E.

[mariposa]

omg yes I meant wandered, thank you so much!! :))

[Einstein Noodle]

:)...........................

[wordman]

it is certainly creative.............

[mariposa]

Thank you!!

[wordman]

you`re welcome

[John the Baptist]

The accompanying illustration may give a clue as to the meaning of the poem. It appears to be a human heart in the clutches of powerful hands. That, and the words seem to tell of one who was controlled and abused in some way by another. The nature of the ordeal is not specified, but it seems some deception was involved. The last verse projects a kind of "bloodied but unbowed " spirit. The speaker is a survivor, but still there is some dissatisfaction.

[mariposa]

I love your insight!! thank you!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

an excellens poem. Makes me think how we are unfulfilled when we live the life others expect instead of following your passion

[mariposa]

Thank you!!!