If Paintings Could Come To Life

October 20, 2012
By drewnowater PLATINUM, Danville, Kentucky
drewnowater PLATINUM, Danville, Kentucky
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I sit here with my lonely hands, so cold
Just finished up a book that took too long;
I watch the paintings on the wall unfold,
They come to life, their colors bold and strong.
I see myself, the bench just to my right,
my spirit in the small girl that I see.
The moon illuminates the sky of night
As I walk through the streets of snow that be.
Imagine all the senses I could bear
I feel the foreign land beneath my feet;
Though this is not my life, I hold it dear,
until I wake up back into my seat.
It troubles me how quickly my mind goes
Off and away, my present slowly dozed.


The author's comments:
This is a sonnet about imagining a painting coming true. It describes how I often I daydream and get carried away with my imagination.

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on Nov. 9 2012 at 7:30 am
Hey! I just read your poem and it made me realize how true it is! You are awesome!   Don't Stop Beleivn




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