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The Artist
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I think I’m painting myself
Mixing colours in your hands
Blindly searching for the yellow, for the orange
For that which must matter
For that…
I know you can still see the brush-strokes on my skin
I’ll be better, I will
In time
When my left hand won’t be as clumsy anymore
With black paint
When I learn to hide the shadows
Into light
When water will stop flowing across my canvas,
I’ll be able to see
you
watching me
With a paint-brush in your hands
Mixing colours in your hands
Blindly searching for the yellow, for the orange
For that which must matter
For that…
I know you can still see the brush-strokes on my skin
I’ll be better, I will
In time
When my left hand won’t be as clumsy anymore
With black paint
When I learn to hide the shadows
Into light
When water will stop flowing across my canvas,
I’ll be able to see
you
watching me
With a paint-brush in your hands
...
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Worded quite well. I am not too big on the third paragraph (Or whatever you wish to call it). I kind of get lost. The fourth, though, picks it up quite nicely. All around, nicely done; I can feel the uncertainty and regret of the "painter."