I am swimming in oil colors
I’m high on turpentine
high on the scent that has faded years ago
This is where I belong
around me shadows, forests, lakes, fields, flowers, bears, and then the one:
The Silent One
When other paintings scream:
LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!
This one doesn’t have to.
The silent one (painted same year as I)
Colored with light blue, grey, white, snow, haze, silence, freedom…
I stop.
These colors don’t scream
This painting doesn’t talk
it whispers:
This is where you belong
This is who you are
The Silent One
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The Silent One
Last edited by Joehanna on Fri Aug 21, 2009 3:28 am, edited 1 time in total.
Re: The Silent One
These are lovely words that sing in the readers mind; well done, It's a great lyrical piece, although I'm not too sure that it needed the final two lines. It was a beautiful read non-the-less.
Keep up the good writing.
Keep up the good writing.
Some of it must have happened, He thought. It can’t ALL have been a hallucination…unless this is part of it, and I’m really in one of the rubber rooms up in Cedar Rapids, wrapped in a straitjacket and only imagining I’m lying here in my own bed.
The Library policeman - Stephen King.
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Re: The Silent One
Joehanna,
I love it ... exciting, innovative write and really captures the readers imagination and emotion.
I agree with x-file about the last two lines. I think perhaps they are unnecessary.
Enjoyed reading ...
.jeanne.
I love it ... exciting, innovative write and really captures the readers imagination and emotion.
I agree with x-file about the last two lines. I think perhaps they are unnecessary.
Enjoyed reading ...
.jeanne.
... and his words purge up and outward,
expelled and onward through desert dust swallowed,
sands he says that gorge on simple sensibilities.
And, now he spits fragments, grit, extended vowels and elongated syllables
over cracked lips. Their sounds fall
piling round his boots… ~ jeannerené
~breathe~
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expelled and onward through desert dust swallowed,
sands he says that gorge on simple sensibilities.
And, now he spits fragments, grit, extended vowels and elongated syllables
over cracked lips. Their sounds fall
piling round his boots… ~ jeannerené
~breathe~
flickr -jeannerene photostream
Re: The Silent One
Thank you x-file and jeannarené
I had already written this poem and then later added those last two lines.
I belive you are right it is "too much"
I had already written this poem and then later added those last two lines.
I belive you are right it is "too much"
Re: The Silent One
Thank you Nekot
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