Blank Canvas

Who are you to ask me to paint a self-portrait
when all I have are these hollow words?
I am bent with the weight of colour
the taste of raw umber and apricot
oozing from my mouth.
Cherry blossom pink, deep fuchsia and
Egyptian blue like little feathers of devotion
dance on my skin.
I am fading into Han purple, Heliotrope, and Harlequin nights,
take this paintbrush I offer you,
I am your blank canvas,
you are my golden temple.
Let us not fall in love
so easily,
turn our vessels into graves,
our tears into fire.

— Kailashana, Jan 12, 2009

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Electric Blue

17 years 4 months ago

Blank Canvas

Kailashana I was drawn to this re the title Blank Canvas being an artist. I was curious? I love the way you have used the colours to entwine your underlying messages This is very deep my friend. Maybe someday I will be able to write like this. Regards Electricblue

Kailashana

17 years 4 months ago

You already

You already do...Electricblue...you just don't know it. ;-) ~A "All in all, it's just another brick in the wall." Pink Floyd There are no walls except for the ones we build. ~me~

W.C.Wampler

17 years 4 months ago

canvas poem

Kaila., This is truely an artist's poem portrait, with a twist. It involves "let us not fall in love so easily." That's art. wcw

Kailashana

17 years 4 months ago

Thanks WCW,,, however,

Thanks WCW,,, however, falling in love with one another IS the easiest thing to do... especially amoung poets.... It's not easy to create separation.... paint and canvas were meant to create a *still life* that is *moving*...as does poetry.... which in its best effort, creates a movement into stillness. ~A "All in all, it's just another brick in the wall." Pink Floyd There are no walls except for the ones we build. ~me~