An 18yo’s take on it… how do you guys like it? P.S. i love what you all have written;)
The Portrait Unfinished
Frail pigeons beat, letters tethered to fragile wings—
“Complete the portrait,
An 18yo’s take on it… how do you guys like it? P.S. i love what you all have written;)
The Portrait Unfinished
Frail pigeons beat, letters tethered to fragile wings—
“Complete the portrait,” they plead, yet my canvas still clings.
No muse stirs, no vision ventures to emerge,
For all I see are faces masked, hearts that submerge.
What visage forms from trembling hands undone?
What light, what hue from this fractured frame spun?
What shall I craft for these lifeless spectators?
Perhaps… I paint myself, beneath their cold detainers.
I sever my head from my shoulders, unceremoniously still,
My green sinews unwind as the void saps my will.
Bent, misshapen, I cradle the weight of my skull,
One hand sketches, while the other, frail, null.
Each stroke interrogates—do I paint essence, or disguise?
I gaze into the half-drawn face, beneath its hollow eyes,
Does this figure emerge from truth or grotesque art?
Am I the creator, or have I merely torn apart
Still, I paint, as sinews strain and break,
Is this the form I seek, or a mask I can’t shake?
I face the canvas, trembling, unsure,
Wondering—when this portrait is done, will I endure?
Rheen