The Canvas Remains Empty
The Final Portrait, unable
to be finished
The brush left alone,
Gathering dust.
The Canvas remains empty
Such a shame
That Art Cannot
Be expressed, nor put
in words.
An image fades
Disapearing Inspiration
Canvas stays empty,
mighty brush stays cold
Summer ends.
Dull nothingness
Fall's embrace persues
And the old man thinks,
wishes perhaps.
The brush is grabed,
And a new line is drawn
Copyright © Joseph H. Bays | Year Posted 2021
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