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With Peaceful Easy Strokes

I mix the Grey of ash and soot into shade, ground from between the leaves of midnight and dawn as the texture of you begins the pale to nothing as each lift of the brush, and every dab erased you from the canvas of my life, I realize, I am overpainting each and every particle of you I meditate on the good but with regret I forget, for in the remembering burns a nothingness I remix the colour with a rainbows spray, and I fill the void where you once stood too long I stood in the background of your Shadow painting I am a now mistress of my own easel and my brush is reaching out of the shadow of you

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 9/1/2010 10:34:00 AM
Awesome metaphor, Jayne! Very much enjoyed. Thanks for sharing and thank you for your comments on my poem. Caroline.
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Date: 8/29/2010 4:12:00 AM
Very beautiful,I enjoyed it very much
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Date: 8/29/2010 12:51:00 AM
can really relate to this ..glad you are now "mistress of my own easel" very nice..Take care..Deb
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