Death Comes At The Hour Of Its Choosing: The Artist Took Her With Him...

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Open Poetry #50

Death Comes At The Hour Of Its Choosing: The Artist Took Her With Him...

Bluesy Socrateaser
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since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

0 posted 2018-04-20 10:05 PM

Peering through braids of faces adorned
A question of time which had passed
His palette now smeared with wishes forgone
Her time had faded at last

Now a tuck of the brush replaced his smooth stroke
Where once her fair hair had fallen
Though his hands no longer imitated his eyes
Her image remained fair and yet sullen

He appears in a court of crumbling stone runes
Each one revealing his dreams
A search for her portrait proved utterly fruitless
Lost within his palette it seems

...just bein' Bluesy

Lori Grosser Rhoden
Member Patricius

since 2009-10-10

Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere

1 posted 2018-04-21 04:52 AM

Cool one Bluesy! I enjoyed the mystical feel of this one. You are so creative I'm jelly.

Bluesy Socrateaser
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since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

2 posted 2018-04-21 08:17 AM

Aww...Thank you, Miss Lori. That made me feel like peanut butter!

...just bein' Bluesy

JerryPat2
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since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

3 posted 2018-04-21 12:05 PM

"Now a tuck of the brush replaced his smooth stroke
Where once her fair hair had fallen"

Ahhh . . . Yes, yes indeed . . .

~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~

Bluesy Socrateaser
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since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

4 posted 2018-04-21 02:05 PM

Thanks for your kind reply, Jerry. I'm glad that you chose that line to favor.

I truly appreciate your visit.

...just bein' Bluesy

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