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As Delicate As Watercolor
by Jared OrlandoI watched vicariously as you
Changed my shape as if I
Was as delicate as watercolor
Blending green tendrils of self-doubt into
Red puddles of "ifs", "maybes", into
Fanning blue depths of memory
Your paint stricken hands clinch
Eyes clamp shut, somewhere
I'll reach out to graze your lashes
You see, you created a ferocious river
Tears dissecting me in two
Muting the colors of my weary frame
A passionate throw sends
A canvas ripping through the air
My permanence extinguished
You could never keep it together
Painting clumsy scenes with clumsy hands
A collection of broken bristled brushes
10/14/2012 Posted on 10/15/2012
Copyright © 2024 Jared Orlando
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/17/12 at 03:48 AM That last stanza is perfect. A beautifully-captured image to hit it home. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/17/12 at 03:24 PM I keep coming back to this one. I like the idea of watching someone paint you - I can see the tendrils spreading into puddles. This poem expands and contracts and then explodes with your carefully chosen words - it is quite palpable and I admire what your words allow me to see and feel. Thank you. I would have thought the last three alliterative words would have seemed over the top, but they fit perfectly and the pause pronouncing each one in succession is brilliant. |
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