Diana Thomas

Rookie (7 January 1959 / Brentwood, Essex)

Through The Paintbrush - Poem by Diana Thomas

She can scream through a paintbrush.
It's safer that way.
The frozen blue of cold rejection,
Green poison of jealousy,
Red - oh, God, - RED
The pain,
broken,
raw.
No, I cannot let this out.
RED is a colour of such anger
Such pain -
those memories -
Fight them, close them back in the box.
Push the lid down,
don't let the red seep through.
It destroys, it burns, it scars.

No, never let the red through.
Don't feel the pain.
If the red escapes the screams will never be still.


Comments about Through The Paintbrush by Diana Thomas

  • Rookie Greenwolfe 1962 (7/22/2008 12:00:00 PM)

    I love creativity, but this poem is a little too creative. Sometimes images
    just simply overwhelm .

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  • Rookie Shy Powder (7/13/2008 12:15:00 PM)

    Hm, Interesting, I almost felt the brush dancing in pain. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 13, 2008



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