Here I Stand by David NeubauerEmotions run like paint in a rainstorm,
running together, running away.
A wild swath of blue, explosive, indignant,
followed by a subtle stroke of brown,
guilty and slinking slowly toward the frame.
Purples bubbling over with exuberance, dancing
with the greens that want nothing more than to be
left alone, to contemplate how to kill those
maniacal, flashy reds. The Black, definitive, pensive,
sits shyly across from the white, glaring at the clouds,
daring them to move
further across the sky and bring their shadows.
Here I stand,
in the middle of this rainstorm, ready to paint something
true, something beautiful.
Something truly beautiful,
a self portrait.
12/01/2004 Author's Note: A different direction on my previous poem. Seeing how this one sits with me later... Title is tenative...
Posted on 12/01/2004 Copyright © 2024 David Neubauer
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