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A painter's lament
Contributed by
scottstone
on
Monday, 9th May 2011 @ 02:06:44 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Addison Whirl the painting girl
She would color away the night
Through thunderstorms and starry skies
Until the morning light
Addison painted her pictures
In a world that was utterly dark
Which suited her, she was one happy girl
As the critics and snobs called it art
And the people, they flocked by the thousands
For they would bid up a price on her paint
With wind in their sales, drinking spruced up cocktails
Making a salesmen out of a saint
Addison Whirl the painting girl
Nobody cared about her, just her art
Neglecting the love that she painted
As her canvas of life fell apart
Copyright ©
scottstone
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2011-05-09 14:06:44]
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Re: A painter's lament
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by lesoleilnoire on
Tuesday, 10th May 2011 @ 08:02:50 PM AEST
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Great Poem. It was well-written. It speaks volumes about how people often forget that so many emotions go into a piece of art. Excellent poem.
Heidi |
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Re: A painter's lament
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by julesxo on
Wednesday, 11th May 2011 @ 05:01:08 PM AEST
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| i can relate to this poem, its extremely well done and really speaks to me. |
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Re: A painter's lament
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by Natkingcole on
Monday, 16th May 2011 @ 10:19:25 AM AEST
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| Nice poem I enjoyed it and it is also well written. I love art as well |
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Re: A painter's lament
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by FlintHunter on
Monday, 5th September 2011 @ 12:59:23 PM AEST
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A killer. A very precise poem. Hard honesty. With compassion. With acute perception of The Whole.
Thank you for this gemstone --scottstone-- in crystalline words. (OK, I HAD to see why this poem got 125 reads; now I know why!) More from you! --flinthunter |
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