PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Painting on the wall, tell me what you mean

With those hypnotizing colors, dark blues and forest greens

I see you tell a story, by the dancing winds and standing tree

The dead grass, full moon and the night?s mysterious breeze

Your tree casts a shadow, and falls upon the grass

Forming a skeleton like hand, with sharp ends like broken glass



I do not understand what all of this demands

Such complicated painting, painted by simple shaping hands

You try to tell me something, I can assure that is your chore

By the way I stopped in the hall, to admire your living soul

Represented in the painting, by the colors and hidden fears

And the troubling mystical meaning, I find nowhere clear



I walked two steps closer, and faced the painting with a frown

Then I realized I had known what the painting was about

I knew it all along, but expected something strong

Like a dream or fancy story, yet I was right nor wrong

To my eyes this painting meant, nature?s dark form and shape

Perhaps a night outdoors, or a somber land scape



Well now I shall conclude, my nightly visits through these halls

I?ll stroll again tomorrow, when I hear a painting call.