I wish they’d last
but they fade with alacrity
Gaily vanishing
ignorant of their perception
What good is a canvas what consumes its paint
How many masterpieces lost
Maledicted canvas
Oh supple expanse pulled taut over lithe frame
Hold this pigment close
bare these stains a moment longer, please
We shall trace their lines again come morning
how much need be reapplied
and what(where) should we paint next?
Remember how I said I’ve been writing, especially but not limited to poetry?
Well, here. I’ve been toying with this one for a minute and it finally felt like I got it locked in this morning.
