Lessons.

As the colours
filled the canvas.
As her stroke,
beautified the look,
Her mind rewinded the past
and brought her angst.
She paused her work,
and leaned against the bark.
The clouds in motion,
changed her notion,
instilled her, impermanence and transitions in Life.
He was no more a mess,
that she miss. That incomplete painting, had infinite meaning.


I started the poem having a different concept in mind but I landed up with this. I tried to alter the genre but I couldn’t and decided to post it as such.

Photo Credit: Elena Mozhvila- Unsplash

This post is in response to Sadje’s What do you see Prompt #47

Thank you so much for reading!πŸ™‚

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