An Untitled Poem
You paint sunsets, don't you?
I've seen you paint,
when you are in pain,
when you experience defeat,
when you miss the warmth of the sun.
I've seen you glow in emptiness
at odd locations,
parking lots, abandoned streets,
in trains, at house parties,
you paint sunsets, don't you?
Shades of blue to remind you of blues of your own,
shades of nothingness that brings loneliness of its own,
shades of yellow that you merge with your melancholy,
shades of orange to accompany yellow's melancholy,
shades of red that remind you of your mother's lipstick.
We're all out there,
naked in front of the sun and its glory,
singing songs that came with loved ones,
dancing like daffodils in the springtime,
feeling the warm air that we share.
"A sunset is the greatest piece of abstract art"
is what you've told yourself since you were a child,
so you paint sunsets by the setting sun,
with a mirthless smile on your face,
you paint sunsets, don't you?
Author’s commentary
“An untitled as well as an untraditional poem. A poem does not have to be a poem only with a rhyming scheme. A poem which reflects on the art of crafting. An experimental poem with hints of colors, themes, loneliness and psychological development.”