Can you paint a better picture of me?
The hues you use,
they don't flatter.
Maybe to you
it doesn't matter.
Thanks for adding color,
my canvas was blank
and bare.
But could you ease up on the blacks and blues,
or do you even care?
The brush strokes you made,
far to broad,
features and detail diluted.
Don't mean to be a critic.
It's a role though, I seem suited.
Maybe you were angry.
Crystal clarity,
brilliant, but not lucid.
What's the meaning of it all?
Still quite elusive.
Orange skies
cast it in a different light.
A softer version to emerge.
No need for fighting, or for guilt
those feelings, time to purge.
The picture you paint,
it's what you see.
How others interpret another's art
is a reflection of themselves
and the world of which they're a part.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
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