In, “Souls in Open Paint Cans Poem,” I am aware of the memories I’ve never experienced. What does it mean to see things I can not have. And I’m Ok with that.
As I child, mother and father did their best they could in the circumstances. With six hungry mouths to feed, clothe, and other means of expenses. I would appreciate the little trips to the ice cream parlor “Lil Bear. Mother would save every nickel and penny just to take us there; it was our favorite trip on Sunday’s, something that gets us so excited. My favorite was chocolate, swirl ice cream cone. In, “Souls in Open Paint Cans Poem,” I could only dream of being this teenage girl who could paint her soul on walls.
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Souls in Open Paint Cans Poem
The door to the basement creaked
an eerie sound replicating an old ghost moving
through the attic walls.
Step by step I went into the descent of
musty aroma and cobwebs tickling my nose.
Achoo, achoo, and again achoo.
The basement was a treasure chest.
Open a latch to GOD knows what you’d find.
Today, was the day I’d paint my soul.
Mother sent me on an exploration to find treasure in color.
The colors that come in small, medium, and large paint cans.
Colors that’d paint leaves green, and roses red.
Long ago she loved to paint on canvas; she would sit outside
on the old wicker chair and stare at the sky, the flowers, and the trees that
would go on forever in the farmer’s backfield.
She told me it was soul food, to be able to
eat everything through eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
Poor mother couldn’t paint anymore, fingers laced with
arthritis she could only dream about it.
My bedroom size of 12 x 10 was a perfect white canvas and me with a
heart just as big bursting with creativity was symmetry.
One by one I chose the colors of lavender, lime green, and gray
from her selection of paint, and with each brush stroke I
painted my soul in color on white walls and brought back dreams from the dead.
©2018 Linda J. Wolff (Google), and “Souls in Open Paint Cans Poem.”
LINDA J. WOLFF (WOLFF POETRY) lives in Washington. She’s currently the editor of online journal Wolff Poetry and resource site for beginning writers. Her work published in an eBook Urban Pen; Poetic Writings of Linda J. Wolff on Amazon, Barn & Noble, and Goodreads. She’s received “Top 25 Poetry Blog of the Net,” and her poetry journal was used as a “Scientific Experiment” by the data team & company Automattic that owns (WordPress).
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