From every angle the brilliant light reflects
Mesmerized by the glamor, the hidden truth, the eye neglects
Built high above to reach the skies
This glass castle, is but a façade, a disguise
Intruding light, broken into prisms by crystal walls
Punishingly cold, with empty rooms and empty halls
Locked inside by her own will
Is the woman sitting by the windowsill
Chosen to be its crowned queen
She was but a girl, her years, only seventeen
Decades have passed, the wine has aged
She wanders the halls, her heart is caged
Still a dreamer, concealing her scars
She stares above, and counts the stars
Filled with regret, fright and rage
No longer willing to play center stage
Her mind races, her heart beating fast
Wishing for her to break this golden cast
She longs to be free, free at last
Soring the skies blue and vast!!!...
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amazing!! how did I miss this in August!!!!!!! Wow!!!!! i can't tell you how i felt when I read this...don't know whether to be happy or sad!!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your kind words. There is no greater gift to an artist than when he is connected like this to his audience. Thank you.
ReplyDeletewhich came first ?!! the poem or the painting?!! i love them both...as i said above my feeling can't be described!! thanks P.H
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ReplyDeleteThe poem came first. If an event, encounter, or subject touches me deeply, I feel and incredible urge and need to bring it into life. Some times, only one medium is simply not enough; and it remains on my mind and consumes me until I fully express it. That is why many of my poems or later on followed by a painting or vice versa.
An amazing poet and even a more amazing painter, with a big heart and a good listener! A complete package
ReplyDeleteThank you anonymous.
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