Painting Poem by Zahra Shariat

You and your room-a lovely poem.

deep imersive lines....well conceived and nicley put

This means so much to me, the layers which express the intensity and involvement... the right here right now, where you stand and stare at your achievement and you cannot help smiling as you have left one tiny piece of that enthusiasm in time, a very real part of you....so symbolic...where sable and you mix....the word childish (to me) expresses our moment of escapism back to when we were free to paint beyond the eyes of those who smiled and said 'well done'.....hope you know what on earth im going on about but this has given me great encouragement to pick up my brushes again, so.....love it and tyvm

I enjoyed reading your wonderful poetry

really really brilliant one.i enjoyed the meaning behind it.our childhood which is forgotten, our paintings, oah how much i desire my childhood and my paintings... mercy bocu for sharing~nb

Hi Zahra, Really enchanting poem. While new paints are supposed make the walls more beautiful, what it actually does is this: Childish drawings died under paint. From the past, something was left there, that were the real decor of the wall. Sure, Zehra, the brush of painter someday was my hair! Loved reading. Fantastic write. Congrats and thanks for sharing. Do keep writing and sharing.

Very beautiful and touching, thanks for sharing it

It's so great. I admire your talent

what makes me grew older... the past, the childhood and i painted my faded hair.... lovely write...so beautiful.. i touched it..

A good flow of writing as if painted with colors of soul.