Painter - Poem by Negar Gorji
Sitting in front of an easel
like she's gonna hug it.
Staring long hours at a picture
That nobody can see,
And drawing boundless lines
That come from her heart
and only her penbrush can understand them_
2 hours passed,
Still keep painting,
Like she is an inseparable part of it,
Diminishing as the penbrush does
And will die on that woody chair.
Nobody hears her.
She talks to that portrait,
And sometimes wells up with tears,
But nobody sees them,
The portrait is calm and patient in listening,
He never criticizes her and is always there to talk,
He never leaves her alone.
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