Inner Whispers Poet Free verse

The Perfect Painting

As my hands lay on the canvas, 
with the beat of the music of my heart
i feel an eagerness to let the heat to surpass 
by the trace of my fingers i slowly outlined the figure
and do you know what I got? 
Hmn...an urging need to stop!
 
I sit for a while, stared intently and sigh...
poured coffee and sip for a while
I had evenly mixed indefinite colours in my mind, 
yet how come that my painting lacks 
the gist of liveliness and craft? 

Aha! What subject I got? 
A love within my heart! 
But I see many indefinite colours, why is that? 

Rushing of leaves that been blown by the wind...
Clouds so white, chased by the vultures 
and roaring lioness with fierce in her eyes 
but as you look inside her chest, 
a flowing heat of red fire mixed with golden crust of lava's continued cry! 

Damn...a heart that beats indefinitely 
in rhythmic grace and a dying will to fight
against the very furious face that peek from above...

How well can I mix colours in this moment of thoughts, 
killing my hands liveliness to move? 
Can you be my music to give me the urging need to mix, 
make my heart stable and beat in heat? 
Can you be my color that will wash the pain, 
through this indefinite heart of my canvas which laid vain front of me? 

Brush away my longings...
come, mix colours with me, hmn? 
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26th May 2014
Contest: The Perfect Painting
Sponsor: Elly Wouterse

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Paul Callus May 26, 2014 at 9:38 AM I love your take on this topic. Sometimes we know what we want but we realize that something s missing....the passion that needs sharing with someone else. I would definitely mix colours with you! :) // paul