Scanning Old Paintings

Withered canvas in new color,
Sentiments evaporating,
Ancient moments jumping in no time,
Washing away the colors,
Cracklings of the light,
Configuring the best angle,
Visualizing the faces with red scarring,
Understanding their riots,
Catching a rerun of the silent scream,
Hearing their heart beat,
Envisaging their static movement,
Envisaging the freedom within the florescent framework,
Stoning the reality,
Covering its eruptive erosions,
Galvanizing the ugliness.

poem by Marieta Maglas
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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