Through
the iron rods
I stand a
witness
To framed
glimpses
Of lonesomeness
tagging unseen
With heartbeats
Cocooned in
the company of forces
Conjuring
to ensure
The
continuance of the cycle
Leaving behind proofs of encounters
In the
form of disparate happenstances
When
rainbow appears a quagmire
Leaving
indelible stains with time
I carry my
own canvass and harbor empathy
Of finding
others with similar shades
Wondering about
those, not visible
Through the
(2x3) feet wooden casing
When a momentary
urge captures me
To replace
the board where
I could begin
in black and white
All over
again
For Poetics ~ Out the window. A little
out of the frame here speaking a bit about the many things going around me
right now.
and life goes on.............
ReplyDeleteA poetry of change... a great write... and I really liked the alliterations well used.
ReplyDeletenice...new beginnings...it is that time of year and we have to grant ourselves the blank canvas....
ReplyDeleteI like the contrast of color versus black and white and wait to see what you will do with that blank canvas.
ReplyDeleteevery day is a good day to start on a fresh canvas... now get out your brushes...smiles
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of carrying one's own canvas. That way one is always prepared for what comes!
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