1.
So now, you seek a primer—after years of painting—
Without enough sanding,
Drowning in the paradox of colors.
2.
There is enough paint in here (my heart) to fill that emptiness.
I opened it like Pandora’s box.
3.
Armed to the teeth with brushes and rollers,
Stripped to the bone—
To nakedness,
To invisibility.
So I restart:
Sanding the walls, like I used to do in the old house,
And picking the colors carefully
For this life-scale canvas.
Lamenting the brushstrokes I never learned from the brush,
Reminiscing the protection of the drop cloth.
4.
Have you noticed how a person reacts
When they realize they are on camera?
5.
I sat to rest; a bird perched on the windowsill—
I guess to rest too.
His chirps had this bolt-cutter effect:
They cut cages of insecurity
And refill the lungs with enough breeze
To restart sanding again,
Painting again.
6.
It is not about painting this room.
It’s about making a man
Out of something—
Like the teeth in a saw,
And petals in a rose.
Beautifully penned, M.E. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian! Appreciated! “)
Very interesting dialogue. Is this internal or external?
It is not about painting, I agree. nice work
External inspiration, internal conversation. 50/50 hehehe. I was painting a wall at home and using the process to write.
Thank you Fia! “)
Tremendous metaphor. Superb work.
Thank you brother! I appreciate it! “)
That Pandora’s Box can be like The Kraken sometimes, but THIS…
I just about fell out of my chair when I read that last stanza.
Standing O!
Thank you my friend!! I appreciate it “) <3
This piece is worded so well. Great description and a wonderful imagination here. Nice work.
Thank you, brother! I appreciate it “)
This is deeply, thought-provoking.
I like the use of numbers in this. It makes it look like a list in the structure of a poem.
It’s different and inspiring. I can sense a lot of patience from the writer in this piece.
Captivating choice of words. I’m slightly hooked in. x
Thank you, Rosie C for the love and comment! “)