Publised by: Bianca Madeline Oloya
Date published: November 3, 2022
Time published: 12:23 pm
Category: Poetry
Theme: Burning Passio
I am a jar of dirty paint wate
I subconsciously glide, afloat rather
Mended―my colors ricochet from one to another
I am the cries of one's paintbrush
As my tears fuse―a faint hush
With the underlying pain of I, an artis
The bones of each my fingers―twist
As my muffled cries cede in the dry canvas
To damp, and to damp, with a pointed brush
Using my broken, contuse hands
As the easel creaken―my vision ever so weaken
To my quivering knees and frozen stance
On my tiptoes, I stand, as my shivering grip deepens
Albeit the motion of each my stroke,
The lost glint in my eyes―still hopes
A jar of paint water is all I a
Swimming in a polluted pond―a lost swan
My composition illuminates in the light
Reflecting my desolation, my woes, in the night sky
Scars tinctures in each tear I shed―a sadness
Is painted burgundy, in thy hopeless heavens
Cartoon by: Patricia Dayao
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