Painting Shadows Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Painting shadows

Radio and TV
Divide thoughts like scissors cutting cloths
You become an artist
As she is

Tall woman
Golden hair is short to make halo like icons
Her t-shirt is stained
An artist

Ex-addicts
Are no-to-drug, the work is with dumpsters.
Their system special
Are proud

She: “Sit down, ”
Some colors in the back, a part of Canvas you
A brush and painting
To photo

You are art
She paints you with brush. Invention is her art.
Watching it is delight.
Then photo

Meal is hot
Made of junks in boxes for the poor, he brought
He is bad, he’s a leech
He is Fox

You think of
Rays of thought in vision, in a sound, also food
“Can we paint all in one? ”
You question

This writing
Will remind each of them, gives them life after time
Passes by, and things change so you laugh in silence.