Masterpiece

This poem takes some imagination to read, but I love it I hope you do too!

Masterpiece

I pull my canvas across the frame

Carefully take my paints out of the box

Arrange my brushes, pull the shades

Light filters across the blank sheet

I bring my stool over positioned just so

I settle upon my perch

And wait

Light and shadows change

Time erodes

And still I wait

The paint patiently anticipates the

Opportune moment when I find that

Perfect second of suspended time

To splatter onto my blank canvas

I wait

There! at the distant horizon of my mind’s eye

I see the moment

The perfectly formed, terrible horrendous moment

The moment I realized; this was the dawn

The cold, foggy, wet, miserable dawn

Of a day I never wanted to see

And still it came

The brushstrokes are slower now

A tear falls

His hand reaches off the canvas trying

To wipe the liquid pain aside

The light has faded

The paint is back in the box

The brushes cleaned

The canvas drying

I walk towards the door

Glance once more

At the piece of my past, my heart, my soul

Out on display for all to see

I turn the lights out on

My masterpiece

The Moment of Goodbye.

April 27, 2011