WATERCOLOUR WOMAN
blurring colouring in lines
which confine that version of you
which is all
ambition and confidence
re-drawn as
too much and defiance
painted by a heart yet to be sold
soon darken with handsome burdens to hold
in colours so far from your teenage blues
your words don’t recognise your lilac hues
a watercolour woman, not watered down to entertain
an artist who’s more than her father's last name
painted beyond an audience in mind
an artwork in your own acrylic right
not for those with greedy greying visions
who yearn for poised pastel pictured women
no, you morph with adult amber ambitions
stained with red reckoning convictions
predicted by broken crystal balls borrowed
all reflecting a dozen type of tomorrows
each as divine and dangerous as the next
individually examining the colours they reflect
debating which tomorrow is more alive
and which edition of you will likely survive
and paint her within this critics scene
which has never seemed like your place to be
filled by those who live above the struggle
yet bleed your colours for dollars to haggle
and still you paint, romanticising the past
but not all creation is created to last
and here you hang, insecure and unrefined
a piece far from their muses in mind
with pupils burning and yearning to be someone more
confined by your colourless canvas core
wrapped in oils, concealed chaos beneath
that trembles the texture and shakes the sheets
and may someone see through your painted mask
leaving hearts intoxicated without a flask
and gently grasp your artistic aim
and the ink that bleeds beyond this picture frame
finally conscious to your violet stride
with no need to restring your canvas sides
but darling if your gallery is criticised
and your dark cracks through the paint in sight
reframe your eyes, to the muse you be
critics fear colours they cannot be
and tongues turn sharp to taste jealousy
it’s the price for having your colours seen
so create beyond the pencil marks
hues glow brighter from sleeve stitched hearts
so love, paint now before their shadows cast
there is life to live and colours fade fast
- T
About the Creator
T
talk in extremes, it will save you time.
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