We would be but mere blank canvasses
Stark and white in framed incarceration


Painter's Brush




Those that come to us in moonlit serenade
Those that become the sun's glimmer in our hearts
That become at times the clouds of disdain
Are like the the bristles of the painters brush
Individually leaving their mark
Creating human masterpieces
Of love and loss and new found ideals and dreams
In that if such things never occurred
We would be but mere blank canvasses
Stark and white in framed incarceration
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Poetry by W. Burkholder
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Written on 2007-03-01 at 14:55

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Callisto Jean
Beautiful poem. The first two lines are very romantic. Then you had the third line contrasting to that. I liked the fact that there was only one line like that. From this, I felt like you were telling us the bad shouldn't overpower the good just because it exists.

I loved the flow of this poem. I'm ginving the credit to your wonderful phrases because it made the flow fit with the emotion being conveyed. I enjoyed the last phrase the best "framed incarceration"! I thought that was brilliant.

The comparison was enjoyable. It takes on a different angle that I expected.

:)
Cj.
2007-03-01