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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
staring at an empty canvas is no fun... be it in writing, painting or life... there's this fear... mainly to make mistakes and we often forget the opportunity it carries as well..
ReplyDeleteMy thoughts exactly Claudia. Many ways to see an empty canvas and it can shake us to our core.
DeleteGreat emotion in this. Nice one.
ReplyDeleteThank you anthonynorth. Glad it stirred emotion in you. Makes me know my writing is affecting my reader.
DeleteI specially like the last couplet ~ Empty canvas like winter is colorless art ~
ReplyDeleteHi Grace-I love that you saw the metaphors in my work. You made my day and I thank you.
DeleteI picture here that the artist has died & his significant other is looking at the canvas and mourning terribly for the one who had been loved. I understand how very difficult this must be...to look at something that was to be 'in progress' and now stands never to be completed... Fine poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you for your generous compliment and comment Mary. Yes, the main theme in my poem is a woman who has lost her love, her muse, her art and color in her life.
DeleteI like how you expressed the sadness and nostalgia for what once was, and the pain this triggers.
ReplyDeleteGabriella-indeed the loss leaves her world dark which use to be bright and full. Thank you kindly for your thoughtful comment on my work.
DeleteDid you write a piece for Friday Flash Fictioneers? I couldn't find it. Anyway, I'm a twin too - I'm sure I'm a lot older than you - I have 13 grandchildren, 4 boys with wonderful daughters-in-law, and a hubby I've had for 44 years. Maybe I will figure out what I did wrong. I love my sister too - we are very close. Thanks, Nan
ReplyDeleteHi there Nan-I actually wrote this piece for dVerse Poets. I found others poems there and linked up. Friday Flash Fictioneers sounds delicious. Can you tell me about it? I just turned '51' this past Jan 13. We twins have a pretty cool and unique life. Sis and I have done some pretty fun things as twins.
ReplyDeleteGreat piece!
ReplyDeleteThank you ayala :-) Have a good night.
ReplyDeleteNicely juxtaposed. I think coloring in the picture would be good therapy!
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by Colleen. Indeed getting color on that canvas would be good for someone missing their muse.
DeleteAn empty canvas sounds such a sad state... I was really confused first coming from Friday Fictioneers into my other favorite prompt dVerse... wonderful
ReplyDeleteHi Bjorn~I have no idea how I ended up on Friday Fictioneers link. I thought I was linking up to OLN at dVerse. Sometimes this computer age can really throw you for a loop. Thanks for coming by. BTW-if it helps me fit in a little better, this poem is fiction. LOL
DeleteLovely, sad, poem. Very moving.
ReplyDeleteThank you Ruth. This was fiction~no worries :-)
DeleteBjorn~I had someone else say I was accidentally on Friday Fictioneers. I have no idea how that happened. I thought I was linking up to OLN at dVerse.
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