Atef Ayadi

Colors’ Hysteria - Poem by Atef Ayadi

They come scrambling,
Praising each other;
Like people in a big town;
Competition is always hostile.
They entered
The white canvas
From the four corners;
Few from the sides.
They came
And cheering.
They invaded the canvas
Like the Romans entered the gates of
Like Eileen entered me.
With the same love and
The same human rhetoric.

Colors came first,
Then a wave of forms
Followed them;
Like the Olympics’ opening.
I am the only
The canvas is an unwelcome
And unfinished
Both colors and forms
Started to draw
And metaphors.

I can see Eileen’s name,
I can see Eileen’s face,
I can see Eileen’s smile too,
Building up,
Drop by drop;
I can see Eileen
Laying down
Along the canvas
With her smile of orange
Then, Standing up;
She glanced at me
Then, she walked away.

Colors, ink
And water
Shake hands
And embrace each other
It is really a human scene, ...
Human feast.
Some colors
Clash against a few forms
Others get a long
Others were
In a rush
A dozen were just watching the scene
Only one color is acting
Exactly like Eileen.

I never predicted
How the canvas was going
To look like
I never judged the painting
‘Cause it always triggers
My desire
For Eileen.

My colors are my words;
My words are Eileen;
Eileen is the sun
The sun rises
I feel worm.
Eileen is warm too,
And then she runs;
Eileen always runs
when she is warm.

The canvas
Is almost done.
The colors are exhausted,
The forms are drunk,
And I am sober.
The blue sky is there,
Some squared doors
And windows
In red,
Blue, and
Are open
To let the air
And rejuvenate
The sad fireplace.

The painting is done.
I called the painting
Smiling Eileen.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 21, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 31, 2006

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