Brush and paint are my powerful tools.
I seek around for ideal models.
I travel from London to Seoul.
I want to paint, but I couldn’t.
At twenty, I paint almost everything
But everything isn't good.
So I'm pestered and I crumpled them.
What should I paint?
Though I wanted to paint, why I couldn’t?
I tried to paint a human form in all ages and gender,
I tried to paint nature and wild animals,
All were my masterpiece.
But suddenly I couldn't paint.
I seek. Seek. And I seek.
I listen. Analyse. And observe.
Rica said, "Quit painting!"
Oliver said, "Try teaching!"
Lawrence said, "Why not writing?"
Andrew said, "I suggest tourism."
Neil said, "Oh, how about singing?!"
Daniel said, "Please do what makes you happy!"
Though it's borning me out.
I give it another try.
But this time, I want to paint nature, palaces, and the sky.
I want a paradise!
Rica, I have a tiny brush in my hands,
you too can paint!
Paint your nature beautifully dear.
Paint your palace everywhere.
Paint the blue sky.
Because I know for sure you too can paint your own paradise!
Copyright @2012 Lanzskie. All rights reserved
The Author's Other Hubs
- My First Ever Poem in the UK: The Impossible Dream
I woke up early and in a blue the morning. Spreading both hands and a big yawn. And I ate crakes with milk. At first I thought everything was a dream. I realised I wasn’t. I am living on my dreams.
- A Poem: The Dream
At 19, I had a dream. There’s two-way roads. Mysterious. Silent. Other with deafening sounds. I turned my torch on. Observing things around. Where am I? It’s midnight. I’m nowhere to find.
- A Poem: I'm Living On My Dreams
Not a thunderstorm. Not a typhoon. I'm hiking in the hill. Alone, with bread, a toast. 'The cold is awful' I shiver, and quiver at my fingers tip. Gesticulate like a tree. And it's extremely hurt. Though I’m depressed. I smile and wave. This, is my t