The Soul Painter Poem by Yewande Adedokun

The Soul Painter

Rating: 4.8


Through my window pane
I see now the sun rays

as my painting board stands adjacent to the window
I thought I could go down to the mall and check a paint-roll

The crowd that i witness now down-town, a complete irony to my room
I stand looking for a colourful hue, I have no clue which to choose

In my moment of thought, he stood there beside me in gray cotton
dressed up for the winter, he introduced himself as Mr. Walton

steping forward, he pointed a gray colour bottle to me
and said that the colour is perfect for me, for my dark thoughts are real

But I want a bright colour for my painting to be attractive
deep within, I know I feel nothing bright from all perspective

I picked a blue anyway, said my goodbye to Mr. Walton as I moved towards the exit
As I pushed the door, there Mr. Walton was again behind me distinct

He said the gray bottle will stay on the shelf for me as I return
I forced myself out of thought on all he as said and went out the door

Turning the drawing sheets over, I started to paint
the more I apply the blue colour, it seem to me like a stain
unwanted to the drawing, my interest began to faint

I picked my painting bag and dashed-off into the street
I could smell now a fresh coffee, vanilla and mint

I entered the mall again, and my head got itself spinning
only the gray bottle was left on the shelf sitting

I moved closer to pick it, behind it I found a letter
addressed to me, saying only welcome back, my eyes grew larger

As I got home again, I placed the bottle on my drawing table
Flipped a page and started painting, my fingers yet unstable

In an instance, a sense of belonging overwhelmed my feelings
as the gray hue made me remember my past not yet ending

I said to myself, blue might be perfect for my wedding
even as this gray does fit me more perfectly now that am dying.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Payal Parande 28 November 2012

when i started to read it.it was like i am listening to a story a fairy-tell, different yet breathtaking story...i can think of words to express my feeling my reactions toward this piece it is incredible the thought the color the picture you drawn for the readers it is just incredible i am really proud to say that you are my friend mam................... thank you for sharing this wonderful piece love payal

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Kelvin Owusu 20 September 2013

a wonderful story, this paints a picture with each line read, great write

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Nel Omofolarin 09 July 2015

This is simply awesome.the mood, the flow is almost perfectly tuned to thrill all who loves poetry

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Shihabudheen K J 23 September 2013

fabulous imagination power yewande

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Ramesh Rai 18 October 2013

lovely write with a beautiful story.

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Mahtab Bangalee 16 August 2019

But I want a bright colour for my painting to be attractive deep within, I know I feel nothing bright from all perspective...//// excellent, superb poetic expression o the soul painter yeah, the painter paint the soul with the love without the pain....../////

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Dr Antony Theodore 30 May 2016

In an instance, a sense of belonging overwhelmed my feelings as the gray hue made me remember my past not yet ending I said to myself, blue might be perfect for my wedding even as this gray does fit me more perfectly now that am dying. belonging, past not ending, wedding, i am dying. i could not connect all these together. but stillllll this is a great poem.. thank you dear poet. tony

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Emmanuel Odum 17 January 2016

Beautifully penned.

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Fabrizio Frosini 15 July 2015

hope my translation will not ''hurt'' your poem.. ;)

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Fabrizio Frosini 14 July 2015

what about translating ''The Soul Painter'' into Italian, for the Anthology ebook? Let me know. Thank you

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