"And all that is left is not even our own memories." that last line especially when taken in conjunction with the first is really intriguing! Its definitely making me think. Is the "green paint" a memory of nature? Is the ivy reclaiming even that?
Payton, I'm sorry to hear that. Thank you for sharing with us. I can feel the bluster, the turmoil, through your art, and I hope it's able to bring you a measure of comfort. Your work reveals great emotion.
Your similes & metaphors, allusions, vocabulary are always unmatched. As are your themes: love, friendship, religion-- you often hit on many all at once. This touched me in a very specific way. Keep doing what you're doing.
"The apple disposes of its disguise, much like a caterpillar leaving the comfort of its silky cocoon"
I love this poem so much.
"And all that is left is not even our own memories." that last line especially when taken in conjunction with the first is really intriguing! Its definitely making me think. Is the "green paint" a memory of nature? Is the ivy reclaiming even that?
"Droplets flop like a panting salmon" What a line! This whole poem is full to bursting with such textured imagery!
talking with my sister
Thank you!
Thank you :) the wording is a bit clunky I know, but I'm glad I got the emotions across!
you did a really good job blending!
All I used was prismacolor colored pencils from art class!
Payton, I'm sorry to hear that. Thank you for sharing with us. I can feel the bluster, the turmoil, through your art, and I hope it's able to bring you a measure of comfort. Your work reveals great emotion.
Your similes & metaphors, allusions, vocabulary are always unmatched. As are your themes: love, friendship, religion-- you often hit on many all at once. This touched me in a very specific way. Keep doing what you're doing.