An easel

The world is a prism,

that encapsulates all of our vivid dreams.

We are essentially swatches of colour,

on a canvas that is gargantuan in its proportions.

Our lives may seem drab and infinitesimal,

as compared to that of the vibrant world around us,

but our seemingly miniscule swatches merge together seamlessly,

to form, a much larger, colossal portrait.

That’s where our worth arises from.

From our very core, from the very atoms of our being.


Written as a part of the Daily prompt:ย Paint.

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15 thoughts on “An easel

  1. Wow, your vocabulary is impressive! I like the message of this poem. I can hear your voice in its’ words. My only suggestion: try not to let the beauty of your poem get lost in the words you use. Sometimes a word perfectly describes what you want to convey, but other times that word can draw attention away from your poetry. Your last two lines are my favorite: “Thatโ€™s where our worth arises from. From our very core, from the very atoms of our being.” It’s a simple but powerful statement, and it ties the rest of your poem together, giving a feeling of completion. <3 Overall, wonderful poem! I can't wait to read more. ๐Ÿ˜€

    • Wow! This is some lovely feedback. Thank you for making me feel so good. Also, I know what you mean when you say that some words draw attention away from the message of the poem. I shall try and keep that in mind. ๐Ÿ™‚
      Thanks so much for taking the time to read this.๐Ÿ’—

  2. Thatโ€™s where our worth arises from.

    From our very core, from the very atoms of our being. …. I just loved the concluding lines.. Beautiful my dear! Thanks for sharing!

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