A self portrait painted with self importance
paints proudly spread on a life's canvas.
The vibrant, playful tones of childhood
preoccupied hours and dillydally
wishing for tomorrow, wasting today.
Thus giving way to the lusty decalesent
hues of adolescence. Hedonistic thrusting of
paint and pallet, hastily cleaned brush and trowel
self satisfaction, no heed or need of others.
Beauty and sensual fulfillment embellish the beast.
Autumn pastel shades adorn adulthood
furtively picking up the lost pieces,
Trying comically to recapture the wasted youthful hues
dulled and dried by overuse, abuse and time.
The gray winterly landscapes come to soon,
Humbleness regains nothing, no tint nor dye,
no pill or potion can hold erect the sagging canvas
a self portrait indeed!
An audience of jackals,
crows and clowns.
Comments
I want to thank Ian and Oscar
I want to thank Ian and Oscar Wilde for the inspiration to complete "The Many Shades of Dorian Gray"
trueisms
and there are many
the bullies true
not knowing the flexible and expendible
ways for enhancement
soaking it all up for their common cup
rare are those who give treasures of
worth value and mirth
the merit falling back in times
needed like a rain
in the gulch of desert
my interesting friends of "other" interest
were brains and wit broadcasts
notions not hung up on the ordinary
patterns of social expectations
the shunned can maneaovure
why the goverments restrictive in
their days watched them
disgarded them to gaulags and ovens
kept files on the deviant but
more important intellectual values they
worked in
state always interested in the bedroom
more then the stateroom
excellent poem
to those that only believe in plan a or b
but there are those with many
plans
x marks the spot
the g spot
the s spot
the c spot
etc
thank U
Thank you for your kind
Thank you for your kind poetic review.
A suitable tile for an enthralling poem!
Although there are many unsavory characters in the world. I think the character depicted is some ways descriptive of the natural man in all of us. The wisest among us choose to subdue the beast while those who refuse to choose self
control entertain destruction or at least a separation or dulling of their higher self.
hello Buddha,
I have always been intrigued by the story of Dorian Gray. it is one of my favorites. I think the best lines of your poem are:
Trying comically to recapture the wasted youthful hues
dulled and dried by overuse, abuse and time.
The gray winterly landscapes come to soon, (too soon) (wintry)
Humbleness regains nothing, no tint nor dye,
no pill or potion can hold erect the sagging canvas
thanks, Cat