A Painter

[TheEarthIsRound]

The man stands at
Somewhere on earth.
His face wrinkles the
Footage he tried before.
Oh the beard
Milky River in a damp,
deep, hollow old valley.
He holds a brush,
His face a flush.
Here’s another stroke.
An ideal since he is ten-year-old.
A creamy layer thickens
The paint called Reality.
An action for the ideal
Since his ancestry.
But the paint,
Thicker and thicker,
Thicker and thicker.
By his stoke on every layer,
Though most bright and colorful,
Seems transparent.
He pouts like a kid,
Still not giving up.
“I will add this layer,
And the color will be
What I see”
So the strokes,
for the ideals.
Thicker and thicker
Thicker and thicker.
Coherent,
Yet transparent.
Dot, smash,
Twirl, Swipe!
Heartbroken.
Now the layers,
Sicker and sicker
Sicker and sicker.

A frustration of a mind
A brush in a hand
Another layer in a paint
A man in a universe
A whimper and a reality.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Wonderful construction of the act of creation - the act, ultimately, of creating one's self! The end is strong - and heartbreaking.

[TheEarthIsRound]

Thanks Prince! For your always encouraging comments =)

[eclipsemoon]

Such lovely vibrant work-

[TheEarthIsRound]

Thank you!