i paint your face
with velvet brushes
to soften the image
i try to recall
after years of not
seeing you.
i assume you
have aged well
if there is even
such a thing.
i paint your face
from memory
of years ago
when you and I
were young.
i add a colorful flair,
sassy undertones
to capture the spirit
that was you.
i paint your face
with my eyes closed
so as to better remember
the smile
that seemed
to always be
the center of my universe.
i sleep at night
painting your face.
(6-12-1977)
I kind of love this artistic poem, an interplay of memory, painting and writing. I can feel the magical velvet brushes that can portray a woman's soul as it fades away.
A wonderful and sweet poem, which creates pictures. Keep on, please. Thank you, for sharing this.
That's beautiful. And what an intruiging idea that one day you might think like this about a person who is so close to you now, that you cannot imagine not seeing their face grow old..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful and compassionate work of art, lovely and very passionate. Thanks for sharing.