Painting with Words

[osvaldojpalom1]

I cannot draw
At least not the way others do
I cannot find peace
Or a piece of me
In the stroke of a brush

The image in my head
Has never realized itself on paper
Instead of a masterpiece
It's a monstrosity
Something to avert your gaze from
Just like its creator

So instead
I choose to paint with words
Creating imagery so vivid
You cannot help but feel
As though you are truly there

Showing you the beauty of the rose
And the cherry blossoms
As their petals drift in the wind
Because while the fruit may one day grow
It does not fall far from the tree
And while the petal may soon wilt
It will get a taste
Of what it means to truly be free

Or telling you of the stories
Of those initials carved
On that one park bench
Some everlasting
While others drifting in the wind
Yet the bench shall always remember
The love and care
That ephemeral joy
In the hollows of its skin

For everything has a story
And everything has a past
And so I chose the pen over the brush
In the hopes of painting my own story
Creating an image so stunning
It will be engraved in memory
For a lifetime to come

[Emily]

I cannot draw
At least not the way others do
I cannot find peace
Or a piece of me
In the stroke of a brush

You have a strong vision that has come to life with this piece.
You've been able not only to carry the wording to an artful place but
the tone you use, and your pace really back up the delivery.

The image in my head
Has never realized itself on paper
Instead of a masterpiece
It's a monstrosity
Something to avert your gaze from
Just like its creator

wonderful stanza right here. I really like it. Especially the last two lines.
It leaves me with a certain silence and a moment to reflect on what you've just said.

So instead
I choose to paint with words
Creating imagery so vivid
You cannot help but feel
As though you are truly there

And it is like being there. You've been able to convey that well.
I mean, I think the language you've used is lovely. You've communicated
your msg beautifully.

Showing you the beauty of the rose
And the cherry blossoms
As their petals drift in the wind
Because while the fruit may one day grow
It does not fall far from the tree
And while the petal may soon wilt
It will get a taste
Of what it means to truly be free

Stunning stanza here again.
I really admire the imagery and voice.
You're point of view remains consistent and you have a good flow to your words.

Or telling you of the stories
Of those initials carved
On that one park bench
Some everlasting
While others drifting in the wind
Yet the bench shall always remember
The love and care
That ephemeral joy
In the hollows of its skin

Wow. Love it. Love all of that.

For everything has a story
And everything has a past
And so I chose the pen over the brush
In the hopes of painting my own story
Creating an image so stunning
It will be engraved in memory
For a lifetime to come

And I think it will be. At least with me.

Beautiful poetry right here.
I'm inspired by your talent and hope you come back and drop some more pieces and give your own thoughts maybe to some
other pieces here.
I think you have such an obvious talent.
This piece isnt showy, or a put on, its pure and innocent and has vulnerability on display for the world to see.

Great Read.


Thank you.

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I went to nominate this for march hof, but just realised it's a feb drop.

[ExPoeta]

The problem with writing a poem about poetry, and in particular poetic imagery, is that it kind of by default is expected to contain imagery. For instance lines like 'as though you are truly there' are essentially just descriptions of what the writer (you) should be striving to evoke with your metaphors and abstracted linguistic binaries.

'Of those initials carved
On that one park bench
Some everlasting
While others drifting in the wind
Yet the bench shall always remember
The love and care
That ephemeral joy
In the hollows of its skin'

This stanza however is really nice. Especially the hollows of its skin line! I feel like the rest of the poem should have shared similar qualities to this stanza.

In its premise I like the piece, I just feel as though it's a draft and needs to be re drafted a couple of times.

Good stuff, stay up!