If it is about the matters of heart
no picture can do justice
nor paint every emotion, every desire
you need exact words to convey
what the heart is feeling
every throb of heart needs decoding.
That sudden flush of first love;
when your heart thuds loudly against your ribcage
and you are sure everyone can hear the deafening sound
the heartbeats seem to tattoo an unknown emotion in your chest
overwhelming you so much that you are unable to speak
no picture can capture that!
You need words to express that first exquisite kiss
when your lips fumbled to find theirs
and how that kiss had you in raptures
that coursed through your veins with the intensity
of a thousand forest fires.
What about the bottomless pit
your heart fell into when it was broken
how it took you eons to retrieve each piece
each shard was needed to create the mosaic it is now
the raw pain and agony that seared the soul
only words can define the agony.
That overwhelming feeling you had
when you held your firstborn for the first ever time
the tender, confused, fearful thoughts
no picture could have conveyed
the cavalcade of emotions running through you.
No paintbrush can put feelings to canvas
no camera can click on cue
the way words are able to communicate
emotions need articulation through words
pictures often present incomplete stories.
Today’s challenge is to write a poem that argues against, or somehow questions, a proverb or saying. They say that “all cats are black at midnight,” but really? Surely some of them remain striped.