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Colors

March 19, 2009
By Perfectionist_101 SILVER, Richmond, Texas
Perfectionist_101 SILVER, Richmond, Texas
8 articles 2 photos 6 comments

My world seems to blur and i am
There.
My mind is engulfed by the pulsing air
That surrounds me in The Room with no walls
and i begin
To carefully explore my palette.

My canvas lies abandoned in the farthest corner,
A debacle of paint seizing its cotton quilt,
Like a parasite.
A torment of colors beckons me, taunts me
until
i can see it so clearly, and want it so badly,
That it is palpable to my brush, as though it is already Here.

i instinctively run my brush through the red,
Its tone bright and familiar on the crippling canvas.
i hastily run a yellow blur through its center.
An Amber arch reveals what lies beneath.

My brush moves to another corner of the
Canvas and discloses a blanket of green
Which throbs defiantly through the woven cloth,
Concealing the surrounding hues.

In frustration, I allow my brush to absorb
The contents of my palette, ignoring the flagrant
Appearance of my work.

Suddenly, it is there.
Small, but definite, in the centre of My canvas.
Its streaks seem to spread like wet wings …
White.


The author's comments:
This poem is intended to be a metaphor for finding peace in the emotional roller coaster that life is. The Room actually represents your space, so it has no walls, as the narrator's imagination knows now limits. Initially, the narrator is not secure in her identity and so she does not capitalize her 'i'. The colors represent various states of mind. Green is jealousy, red is anger and yellow is happiness. Initially, she only tries to show what she thinks people will like in her painting, but as the poem progresses, she cares increasingly less about this and ends up finding what she has been looking for: peace and security.

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on Apr. 1 2009 at 2:57 am
Author_ConstantineSeries GOLD, Richmond, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
“Reading without thinking is nothing, for a book is less important for what it says than for what it makes you think.”

this is great! there are soooooo many hidden meanings, and ways you could interpret it! i can really relate to the confusion, and you've ,any to make her emotions very clear, and also, the way you structure your sentences to fit the story is great! keep writing!


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