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A quick scribble for Dilly Dally's Vanishing Point poetry contest

 

In my portrait of life the palette began in pigments of blue, red and yellow, but with each stroke, my horizons slowly dissolved into mustard, muddy brown and burnt orange. Not everything you portray upon a canvas is mutually accepted, so my soul remained subjective and my heart abstract. As I collect dust upon my shoulders, I wish I was a painting never painted. Visibility has turned into a veil, resulting in stubborn invisibility, so everything is an illusion lingering in a black hole absorbing the conspicuous. I know I will regret not expressing one day but bitter roots remain rooted deep into the earth. I don't want to hide but protect what breeds inside. I'm afraid someone may look deeper into this façade where time forgets the truth. My hands resemble a box of nothingness, as hues fade from indigo into charcoal, with pastels infusing with the darkness. My heart is an ocean beneath a motionless surface. Not everyone can view the world like Van Gogh's eyes, where the longer you stare the more you become aware. In blind visions a 'driftwood' mind wanders between mental blankness and the angst of actuality, all that survives is blackness. If fate was fair then we would all view and be viewed in soft pastels of peach, sapphire and lilac. The harder I attempt to find myself, I lose more than I thought I would gain. At the end upon the edge in the last exhale all that is left will be the silence after an echo.

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Date: 9/26/2024 12:38:00 PM
Congratulations on your win. Some paint with paint on canvas. You as a true writer paint words on paper for us to read. Love reading your words. Enjoy your win as you write away............
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Date: 9/23/2024 7:44:00 AM
excel write. congratulations dear poet on your win.
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Date: 9/16/2024 3:05:00 AM
At the end dear SO, in your last exhale, your talent and love for poetry will be left as a legacy to your so loved daughter, in whose heart you will remain forever. Therefore you would one day leave behind a lot more than silence after an echo. BLESSINGS, your poems always enjoyable and creative, Jennifer.
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Date: 9/14/2024 11:25:00 AM
Such drama and angst delivered with blunt language... depressing yet beautiful in the way you paint with your words. Xo
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Date: 9/11/2024 10:13:00 AM
"The harder I attempt to find myself, I lose more than I thought I would gain." That is a very deep line. A very powerful work, "horizons slowly dissolved into mustard, muddy brown and burnt orange." ....
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Date: 9/11/2024 10:11:00 AM
Nice poem with excellent metaphors.
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Date: 9/11/2024 2:42:00 AM
What can you expect more from such a poet like you? Great metaphors. Great arguments. Sure it's a winner.
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Date: 9/11/2024 1:53:00 AM
The ever expanding bucket of "you". I was talking to someone in a chat the other day about what it was like to be a polymath. And I said, you know that bucketlist? I have a cargo ship. So many things I can do, capable of them all. Navigating the choices can be a really painful thing. We only have one life. And accepting what we did do, and are doing is part of it. Here is to pastels!!! I pick lavender.
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Date: 9/11/2024 1:27:00 AM
ya know dear poet, i felt like i were reading an excerpt from, "the phantom uv the opera"'z diary ;)...here comes autumn....muses muses muses...enjoy...much love
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Date: 9/11/2024 12:53:00 AM
There is a factory of metaphors and versos somewhere in your psyche coz you bring out banger after banger. I want/need this to score very highly in the contest. Enjoyed!
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Date: 9/10/2024 9:43:00 PM
Dear Silent One, I often feel, life is a paradox. What we wish intensely, we never get. We search for meaning, but we find meaninglessness. We drift 'between mental blankness and the angst of actuality,' The reference to Van Gogh adds to the poignancy of the poem. In the grand tapestry of life, we are just a thread. "The harder I attempt to find myself, I lose more than I thought I would gain." This is the absurdity of life. This is true not only in your case, but in the case of most of us. "At the end upon the edge in the last exhale all that is left will be the silence after an echo." What a powerful conclusion. The colors you chose, 'grey and dark' add so much to the mood of the poem. . Simply EXCELLENT.
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Date: 9/10/2024 4:04:00 PM
You paint a beautiful scribble. We are all priceless masterpieces.
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Date: 9/10/2024 2:52:00 PM
The muddiness of your portrait at the beginning… love the contrasts of the 2nd verse… I wish I was a painting never painted (if this is truly about you, I am glad you have been painted) stiil we grow and change…I am the whole of yet different… where time forgets the truth…very thoughtful imagery through and through. A fave, Silent!
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Date: 9/10/2024 1:32:00 PM
A work of art 'where colors blur, and fade leaving only echoes of silence', Very nicely penned
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Date: 9/10/2024 12:52:00 PM
you paint a wordscape that is both ethereal and ephemeral as man's search for meaning...darkly beautiful-- a duality much like this superb work, S...
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Date: 9/10/2024 12:32:00 PM
The silence after an echo, what a line to end this profound write with, in the midst of finding ones true self, and surviving the mundane, and not expressing what is suppressed, we feel like we lose alot, this poem gives a very introspective energy and it flows so seamlessly with such brilliant metaphors and use of colors and reference to Van Gogh does enhance the beauty of innermost turmoil, as he too did go through angst and was eventually left with a box of nothingness despite his heart
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Date: 9/10/2024 12:37:00 PM
being as vast as the ocean, and as deep beneath the motionless surface. The depth of this poem and the way youv woven words in such eloquence truly left me awe inspired and impressed! If i say this is one of my most fave poems written by you again, it may seem like, i say this always, but truly this is impeccable! “I wish I was a painting never painted. Visibility has turned into a veil,” sometimes we all do feel this way, and i felt those lines! Sometimes fate isnt fair and life just takes us through a journey, where all thats left is just an understanding between whats said and whats not and whats seen and whats not. Brilliant! I wish i can quote them all but just this is truly a fave! Best wishes for the contest! Nailed it! Sending you light always

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