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Painting

Painting... 
Up and down. 
Up... 
     and down... 
Up... 
     and down... 
Up... 
     and down... 

Painting... 
Long and even strokes. 
Long... 
     and even... 
Long... 
     and even... 
Long... 
     she's pretty. 

Painting... 
Long and even strokes, covering the canvas... 
Covering... 
     the canvas... 
Covering... 
     the canvas... 
Covering... 
     she really is pretty. 

Painting... 
Long and even strokes covering the canvas, 
Adding vibrant color to a lifeless frame; 
Mixing the colors for the perfect match, 
Stirring the substance of soul... 
The substance... 
     of soul... 
The substance... 
     of soul... 
The...she's a good dancer, too... 
     we even like the same music, which is better... 

Painting... 
Long and even strokes in the same direction, 
Not sloppy with indifference, 
But slow enough to savor and fast enough to deliver. 
Fast enough... 
     to deliver... 
Fast enough... 
     to deliver... 
Fast enough... 
     she just said that she was single... 
Single...I wonder... 
     no...should I? 
I might... 
     I'm single, too... 
Should I be subtle...and romantic...and coy... 
     should I be the jerk who always gets the girl... 
Should I do it now... 
     no...others would gossip... 
But should it matter...not really... 
     that's them, not me... 
Not now... 
     but I will... 

Painting... 
Animating the blank, emotionless panels 
And breathing life through the brush. 
Giving them love. 
Giving them... 
     love... 
Giving them... 
     love... 
Giving them... 
     she just said that wanted to stay single for a while. 

(Sigh) 

Painting... 
Up and down... 
Up... 
     and down... 
Up... 
     and down... 
Up... 
     and down... 

Painting... 
Long and even strokes. 
Long... 
     and even... 
Long... 
     That's fine with me... 
I'd rather her be happy without me... 
     than her be unhappy with me... 
As long as I get to spend time with her... 
     and even... 

Stirring the substance... 
     I don't mind waiting... 
Of soul... 
     and down...

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Aaron Hickey

Date: 3/23/2010 8:36:00 AM

Wow...that's all I can say. You're right when you said that it's scary how similar my "agony and ecstasy" poem is to this one of yours. I completely understand what your talking about. By the way, I love it when you said, "Long... That's fine with me... I'd rather her be happy without me... than her be unhappy with me... As long as I get to spend time with her...". I love that line. Great job. --Aaron