Sunday, November 25, 2012

Painting Poem (Not Revised)


“Portrait of a Man Holding a Durer”
            Pietro Paolini


            “Portrait of a Man Holding a Durer”
            Pietro Paolini
 This man, a very well educated and successful man, is very unsocial, awkward, and strange guy. He stays to himself, and is in love with God and religion. He has many different portraits hanging in his room of different angels and saints. As his photographer I’ve began to notice things about him as well as had conversations with him. He is a very lonely man, no soulmate, his only friend passed away from lung cancer a while back. He feels as if it is his fault because they use to always smoke when they were at the younger ages. He also feels it is his fault because once he quit, he didn’t try to convince him to quit also. All he really wants is a friend, he has everything else he needs, money, books, a big house, everything. What is his real deal? Is something bothering him? I asked myself that when I last spoke to him. What made him believe in the faith he believes in now? Was it from his past or no? On the day I came over to take the pictures. His door was wide open so I walked right in. His halls were gloomy and dark, kind of smelly too with a nasty kind of odor. Coming up the stairs, which are very old, and make noises when you walk up them….I finally make it up the stairs and see through the cracked door. The man is sitting in his chair, with a small book in his hand. I can’t see what kind of book it really is, but he is very into it. As I begin to push open the door he jumps and looks back at me with this weird look, with his eyes all bulged out. I had startled him.

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