Painter

[shiina]

|TITLE| Painter
|RATING| G
|THEME| spiritual
|NOTES| This poem is based on a dream I had the night after I went to church for the first time ^.^ Hope you like it.



Paint me a sky, paint me a cloud,
Paint me lightning and thunder loud.
Paint the beach and ocean waves,
Paint the violence of stormy days.

Paint me standing near the shore,
Paint me whole and paint my lore.
Paint him coming to my aide,
Paint me as I'm being saved.

Paint the sun breaking through,
Paint the clouds dissolve to few.
Paint the waves become serene,
Paint it all as if you've seen.

Paint the rainbow in the sky,
Paint it all and don't ask why.
Paint the smile that's on my face,
Paint his love and saving grace.

[Alicia's Ghost]

I'm not so good with the rhyming poetry, so kudos to you for even managing that. As for the spirituality, it was nicely done. I felt very light hearted when I read it, and funnily enough, I remembered my first time going to church (well... the earliest memory I have of going to church), with my ruffles and my sundress and those strapped little girls shoes heh.

Well penned. ^^

[Sàmmius McGennien]

I've never gone to church for religious reasons (unless you count a funeral service), though I do know about it. Obviously, I don't have the same "experience" as others, but I still have an idea. I liked the redundancy of "paint" -- typically, a person might abuse it in a way that either makes no sense or just doesn't catch my attention. You had a pretty vivid message, and it kept me aligned. One thing about interpreting dreams, I would suppose, is that you can't always make literary works as wonderful or creative as your dreams, so I wonder if your dream was any more creative.