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™‚


89 thoughts on “Lessons.

  1. the soul
    filled the canvas
    all life
    with all colors
    of fear
    the panic
    of incomplete poetry
    in their diversity
    the humans
    call it the chaos
    to understand the dream
    in the reality
    to the day
    where you and me
    for perusal
    give a new meaning
    the ordinary people
    to his delight
    in his life
    Reply to: FRAMEOFSOUL

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