The Colorless Canvas

Photo and Edit by Linda Rogers

Like lonely artist with tree branches sketched 
the memories of him stay f-o-r-e-v-e-r etched

 The penciled-in leaves drawn deep in her heart
 dimming bright hues into colorless art 

She watches as light begins fading away
and whispers of him lead her spirit astray

Frigid dark branches have nothing to lose
just as the lover who misses her muse

The pain of staring at his empty canvas
leaves her imprisoned and riddled with madness.


For OpenLinkNight at dVerse Poet's-Week129 

Beacon of Light

She listens to the steady pitter pat
on what is another dark and dreary day

Even the dogs tire of nature's tears
too wet to go outside for walk and play

Jazz rings out in the background
hoping to soothe a dampened soul

Melancholy dripping like raindrops
pulling me down a endless hole

Wringing me dry of energy and joy
 hopelessness winning this fight

Until  a beacon of light breaks through the fog
and darkness gives way to Open Link Night


Written for dVerse Poets
Week 118