Comments : Paint the Town a Dream

  • 6 years ago

    by Ya----Na

    Nee your luggage is always full with hope and joy for each one of us especially me. Loved the way you end it.

  • 6 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Nee, this is a wonderful piece of poetry, beautifully formatted.
    Sometimes we have to shift our surroundings and our perspectives to fully appreciate life's rich and varied colours.

    All the best as ever

  • 6 years ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Aw Nee ... this as sad and beautiful in equal measures ...
    "I wish I could take just a couple
    of colours off that rainbow,
    and paint my town
    a dream"
    ^^
    Stunning! :-) x
    =^.^=

  • 6 years ago

    by Hellon

    Nema..this poem has taken me back and reminded me of the poetry you used to write and how I adored it...You just give the reader so much to consider...yip. you have not been around for a while but...you still have it!!!!

    • 6 years ago

      by Nee

      Aww Hellon thank you so much. This really makes me want to write more. Thank you for your uplifing words <3

  • 6 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I love the innocence in this, the youth and the adventure of a new discovery. A world of colors, of perhaps new perception, of a newfound meaning of home.

    Beautifully written...

  • 6 years ago

    by Em (marmite)

    Breathtaking

  • 6 years ago

    by Sai

    This is lovely. The entire poem is beautifully written but the final two stanzas are my favourite.

  • 6 years ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Judging comments:
    Nee’s wonderful blend of gratitude at being where she is, homesickness for where she is not and sympathy for those who do not get to share the rich colours of her life are so excellently expressed here. It feels as though she is torn between the joy she feels for herself and guilt for knowing others dear to her cannot share her joy. Beautiful symbolism throughout. :-) x
    =^.^=

  • 5 years ago

    by Abed

    Judging comment:

    I understand where the poet is coming from. And I understand where she is going. Who doesn’t wish to paint his wretched homeland a dream? The tone is captivating, and the fact that a very simple diction was used highlights the idea of the town’s pale façade. It is really hard to live a grey life in a grey area, where every day is similar, and the rivers flow but backwards. The reader can sense the frustration, yet the never-ending hope, all throughout the stanzas. And in this lies the beauty of the piece.