Through my window pane
I see now the sun rays
as my painting board stands adjacent to the window
I thought I could go down to the mall and check a paint-roll
The crowd that i witness now down-town, a complete irony to my room
I stand looking for a colourful hue, I have no clue which to choose
In my moment of thought, he stood there beside me in gray cotton
dressed up for the winter, he introduced himself as Mr. Walton
steping forward, he pointed a gray colour bottle to me
and said that the colour is perfect for me, for my dark thoughts are real
But I want a bright colour for my painting to be attractive
deep within, I know I feel nothing bright from all perspective
I picked a blue anyway, said my goodbye to Mr. Walton as I moved towards the exit
As I pushed the door, there Mr. Walton was again behind me distinct
He said the gray bottle will stay on the shelf for me as I return
I forced myself out of thought on all he as said and went out the door
Turning the drawing sheets over, I started to paint
the more I apply the blue colour, it seem to me like a stain
unwanted to the drawing, my interest began to faint
I picked my painting bag and dashed-off into the street
I could smell now a fresh coffee, vanilla and mint
I entered the mall again, and my head got itself spinning
only the gray bottle was left on the shelf sitting
I moved closer to pick it, behind it I found a letter
addressed to me, saying only welcome back, my eyes grew larger
As I got home again, I placed the bottle on my drawing table
Flipped a page and started painting, my fingers yet unstable
In an instance, a sense of belonging overwhelmed my feelings
as the gray hue made me remember my past not yet ending
I said to myself, blue might be perfect for my wedding
even as this gray does fit me more perfectly now that am dying.
a wonderful story, this paints a picture with each line read, great write
This is simply awesome.the mood, the flow is almost perfectly tuned to thrill all who loves poetry
But I want a bright colour for my painting to be attractive deep within, I know I feel nothing bright from all perspective...//// excellent, superb poetic expression o the soul painter yeah, the painter paint the soul with the love without the pain....../////
In an instance, a sense of belonging overwhelmed my feelings as the gray hue made me remember my past not yet ending I said to myself, blue might be perfect for my wedding even as this gray does fit me more perfectly now that am dying. belonging, past not ending, wedding, i am dying. i could not connect all these together. but stillllll this is a great poem.. thank you dear poet. tony
what about translating ''The Soul Painter'' into Italian, for the Anthology ebook? Let me know. Thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
when i started to read it.it was like i am listening to a story a fairy-tell, different yet breathtaking story...i can think of words to express my feeling my reactions toward this piece it is incredible the thought the color the picture you drawn for the readers it is just incredible i am really proud to say that you are my friend mam................... thank you for sharing this wonderful piece love payal