Painter (Another meaningless poem)

[Masterisall]

I am a painter
My brush is not soaked in colors; Yet in words
They create images not with shapes; But with thoughts
Which are un-angular and free formed

Thoughts that can be molded into anything
Molded into the days setting sun
Or nights crescent moon

My brush is not made of wood; but of the mind
Which can paint out feelings and emotions
A shadow in an empty room
Or a rainbow when the sun seems to be unknown

It can create light in absolute darkness
Hope when all faith is gone
It can create illusions that are reality
Contradictions that are simple

My brush is an exit
An entrance to the soul
It is infinite

I am a painter
And my brush is not soaked in colors
But in the air that the breathing breathe
And the decaying flesh that is death

I can paint the tragedies -
And the miracles
Bring out the good in the bad

I am an artist
And I can paint the happiness
That is sometimes sad

I can draw a story
With only a couple words
Create a world of imagery
That means more than it's worth

My brush does not lie
It is always honest
But the truth may seem so far away

I can sometime be apathetic
And mad and angry
I do not always have to be happy

I am the owner
Yet sometimes my brush owns me
Creating word by word
The feelings I keep locked inside so deep

My brush does not draw shapes
but images of the mind
That may or may not appear to be torn

I am a painter
And this is my poem

 

[darkmaas]

I am curious ...

... about the qualitative phrase in the title,

(Another meaningless poem)

Are you implying that what follows is meaningless poetry? If so then I must object. There seems to be meaning everywhere. With the exception of the brush metaphor the thing positively bristles with concrete literal meaningful imagery.

The writing of truly meaningless poetry is a nice literary party trick. However the happy lads (Breton, Eluard et al.) who gave us "Exquisite Cadavers" are a hard act to follow;

The exquisite cadavers shall drink the new wine

They achieved this remarkable effect by injecting a heavy dose of verbal randomness, something that your poem has not been blessed with. Perhaps you might consider reading N. N. Taleb's "Fooled by Randomness".

 

[Masterisall]

"Meaningless" meaning I wrote it because I was bored..