A painter without a brush is a memory of the body still hidden
in darkness;
its scent caught in the many folds of bedspread,
toss him a canvass perfectly white
and watch as sand rushes to meet with the shades of his palette:
pale cream
leaning toward carob, orange, pink, gold and black,
all of which make haste
to glide through defenses and meld with tempestuous waves—
it’s the shortest love poem ever written.
To match his mood is silence,
whispered words that wield sin and salvation, every time
he looks at the sky;
lips are lullaby as night moves distinctly and with purpose,
the moon has a face that haunts from the past, to the present
and into the future forever—
observe how one dares to describe denuded of instrument.
I am dreams scaffolded,
the satin lining of my heart consists of texture of the hills long
after the snow has melted;
exhale deeply,
come lose yourself in subtleties—when the air is filled with birdsong;
a painter without a brush is a memory of the body still hidden in darkness.
Photo credits: Henrik. Aa. Uldalen “Work in Progress,” Pinterest
Laura hosts at dVerse tonight and invites us to join in with
a plethora of wonderful choices. I chose to write to the title
“A Painter without a Brush,” by Gerhard Richter. 💝
Posted for Poetics: The Poet as Painter @ dVerse Poets Pub
Oh Sanaa…..I knew you would work wonders with this prompt! I LOVE these words:
“I am dreams scaffolded,
the satin lining of my heart consists of texture of the hills long
after the snow has melted;”
And the circular aspect of the write is wondrous indeed….starting and ending with the same words.
Just beautifully done!
Thank you so much, my dearest Lillian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
A wonderful piece of art! Sumptuous opening lines Sanaa and I really enjoyed what you did with the colours.
“leaning toward carob, orange, pink, gold and black,
all of which make haste
to glide through defenses and meld with tempestuous waves”
Thank you so much, Laura 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you! 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹
We chose the same title, Sanaa, and it took you to such a gorgeous place! I love the circularity and the opening line is fantastic. My favourite lines:
‘I am dreams scaffolded,
the satin lining of my heart consists of texture of the hills long
after the snow has melted’.
Thank you so much, my dearest Kim 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I love how we chose the same title. Love your interpretation of the what he can do in the stillness of darkness, the colors of his palette, his mood is silence and this part: I am dreams scaffolded.
Yes! Somehow I knew we would 😉 Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
“whispered words that wield sin and salvation,”
What a great line, Sanaa. You did well with a tough title.
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
I really loved that scent in the folds of a bedspread. The scent is such a strong image for me and the way you turn the scent into colors makes it come alive.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Lovely as always, Sanaa. My favorite line is, “observe how one dares to describe denuded of instrument.”
Thank you so much, Jenna 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
You depicted the painter and the observer beautifully, bringing the colors alive. Bravo
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I love the repetition of first and last lines. A profound meditation on “the shortest love poem ever written,” beautiful, passionate, mysterious.
Thank you so much, Dora 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
“come lose yourself in subtleties—when the air is filled with birdsong” I feel like I just did so reading your poem! 😍 You always paint such details pictures, loved it!
Thank you so much, Tricia 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Your writing gives me goosebumps Sanaa 🥰 and this one was no exception. I loved your opening lines “A painter without a brush is a memory of the body still hidden
in darkness;
its scent caught in the many folds of bedspread,”
A scent can put us in a time and place no matter how far back in our memories. I felt like you had put me there. Beautiful ❤️
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Christine 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Favorite line the shortest love poem ever written. The swirling of the colours beautifully described.
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‘dreams scaffolded’ ~ like a painter without a brush, yes Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Helen 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Wow!
😀
‘I am dreams scaffolded,
the satin lining of my heart consists of texture of the hills long
after the snow has melted;’
– Oh my goodness, that is so beautiful! A delightful poem of hidden and secret love. I love all the sumptuous colours and the hints at a forbidden love.
Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
So much sensual vividness Sanaa but this resonated deepest … as time collides here!
“the moon has a face that haunts from the past, to the present
and into the future forever”
Thank you so much, Kate 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
I am dreams scaffolded…
Your poem builds and climbs high in the sensuality of the night!
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
This is rich and full of depth, texture, and color. A most beautiful write Sanaa. Been sidelined by my flaring arthritic fingers, so I am late reading everyone’s work.
Thank you so much, Rob 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
“the satin lining of my heart consists of texture of the hills long
after the snow has melted;”
Just one stunning line of an amazing poem, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️