Painting

' I painted the walls today, '
shades of earth tones
bright was the eyes, yet dull the potters clay
smooth the foundation with a touch of rosey red
and peach
I brushed on

- - - I decked the image with costume jewels - - -
as the sun warmed the structure
penetrating it's very being
yet unnoticed, the look maybe contemporary to some
I painted today

I sprayed the vessel with costly earths musk
a fragrant perfume, enticing the bees
who swarm the wind
lovely blossoms, petals memorable
I painted

the task worthy for a time
before the weather turns to enemy
or the nature decays the structure
as elements claim this painting
or time destroys the process
I painted

joy to look upon for a moment
even under the moonlight of mirrors
casting the reflection of only me
standing motionless and undesirable
without confidence in myself
as I feel vanity even in these eyes

by Myrtle Thomas

Comments (1)

This poem is painted with the grave mood tinge of sadness - without confidence in myself as I feel vanity even in these eyes