A visit through a portrait

Sherlock Oil Painting by CandyLane02

need to be said but words dissolve in thin vapors,

a gasp, a wisp of air escapes from open lips,

the voice of an inner world stays voiceless,

swiftly they blink, these buttoned eyes blind,

something is there in every peel, every layer,

on this paint, freshly ingrained, fingers still slip,

touching over, the tiny crinkles of distress,

lost in the lines of art, my heart disinclined,

beatific experience trembles, makes me forget,

I swipe over carelessly these beads of sweat,

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even darkness is stroked by his silver breathing,

I explore my outline in the haze that appears,

floating in the imagination, conjurations come alive,

brought up by restless mind, flashed in genteel slides,

after a timeless commune, I turn away, releasing,

leaving behind on this portrait, a little smear

of my visit, through the pages of his story of deprive,

left unsaid, narration of his untold tale, denied,

yet I depart but I was here with him, beside him,

looking within, looking at him as his colors go dim

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This is tagged as the poem for 30 November.

Yes, I completed NaBloPoMo, the goal of which was to write a blog post everyday but I enhanced the challenge for my own benefit by posting a poem everyday this month. I am glad because I got to experience the variety of my ideas. Having written form poetry like villanelle, lyrical rhyming verses, some humor, some mystery and free flowing free verse, I have explored through my mind, not confining myself to a particular style. But above all, I learnt to be patient even when the words do not come to me. It is all about giving myself some time and eagerly wait.

Also, I have realized that there is a romantic element ever-persistent in my writing. It doesn’t mean that I write love poems. I do romanticize things, feelings, emotions and simple incidents of life just like other poets and writers. Glorifying, lifting plain to something above ordinary is the work of every writer. I had always thought my written word could be defined by just one word i.e. darkness, forgetting that darkness has a melancholic romantic element poured all across it.

And thank you everyone for supporting me and sharing your kind feedback with me.

Also to remind you, I had also joined Team Nano Poblano, brought together by Rarasaur. And that is all. 🙂

Note: I was not aware that the painting is based on a TV character and therefore, the poem is not about the character himself. I just wanted to clarify that.