Hasty Painting
Hairs of a brush touch
a tan canvas.
In that instant
a world of events happened…
Romance and Grief
And in the next instant,
a painter’s hand starts to move
and in a rush,
a hasty painting is formed.
The painter places it on display.
And instantly, people are confused.
“What is that she sees? I see nothing.”
Ashamed, you take it down and burn it.
And yet in your dreams,
you sit there and
stare up the wall.
And all you see is this picture.
It stares at you, haunts you.
You didn’t give enough time
into what you wanted to paint.
Hastily you choose that image.
You didn’t give enough opportunity
to paint our portrait.
- Fire
Joe blogged on 11:45 PM
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