Frederic Parker Poet Free verse

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contest It Started with a Blank Canvas

sponsor Silent One

It Started with a Blank Canvas

What was I when the canvas was blank,
and your eyes invited me to find silent meanings?
you became a note played on my guitar
   in candlelight desire
your welcomed fiery glow 
dripped on the sense of my loneliness
passionate, burning, hungry
like melted wax on a candle stick
or was it all a hallucination,
   blowing across my desert?
where I wandered on false promises
   tethered to you
in time wasted with beds in empty rooms
where passion was a hunger met
devoured by the teeth of our starving souls
leaving us drained and unfulfilled
like two drunken lovers drinking from an empty bottle
we left on the side of our gravel road
    from our pitiful lives
as what was became a memory
of scattered debris and distant thoughts
   that will vanish in time

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Silent One February 26, 2024 at 11:59 AM My dear friend I loved how your poem portrayed the remnants of what was become nothing more than scattered debris and distant thoughts, destined to vanish in the relentless march of time. In its exploration of love, longing, and loss, "What Was I" offers a poignant reflection on the transient nature of human connection and the inevitability of change. ... Excellent take on the contest.. Congratulations on your first place.. Frederic Parker February 26, 2024 at 3:55 PM Thank you SO, sometimes I think so few understand my writing, you were spot on...thank you for the placement

Anne-Lise Andresen February 26, 2024 at 11:57 AM - Through life we put colors on the canvas ... which will disappear with time, in the dust - Congratulations on your top first place in the contest, Frederic :) - An excellent poem :) - hugs ? Frederic Parker February 26, 2024 at 3:53 PM thank you Anne for your kindness

Susan Ashley February 19, 2024 at 6:15 PM Frederic, dear friend, dear poet, your verse is profound. A blank canvas is white, pristine, ready for color, texture, a vibrant life within the frame.. but not this canvas. I especially admired "where passion was a hunger met/devoured by the teeth of our starving souls/leaving us drained and unfulfilled/like two drunken lovers drinking from an empty bottle". The deep dark imagery paints over the white with black despair. A potent pulsing poem of regrets and the wish to forget. Your brilliant pen shines. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan Frederic Parker February 20, 2024 at 7:17 AM Susan dear poet, dear friend thank you for the kindness of your poetic heart, as we cross the journey of our lives with poetic verse and try to express our emotional realms with the words from our soul always seeking the perfect picture to paint on a blank canvas...Frederic

Ink Empress February 19, 2024 at 12:07 PM This is it dear frederick, youve actually written what i had in mind for the prompt too; in such eloquence and in an impeccable manner: i can already tell silent one will love this one! And your words just flow in such a soulful and passionate manner with seamless flow! A fave this is for me! BOL