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Colors On The Canvas
On cool moist virgin sand
in front of fire clouds
under the rising autumn sun
where there are no ripples
on the quiet Atlantic
or even a single sea gull barking
is where you are found . . .
when faces that have smiled
slowly bridge from colorless places
impossible to forget
in a black and white world
made to shades of gray
nobody to blame
but you wonder who has made it
from Gods abstract canvas
where things were simple
or easy to understand
is how you are found . . .
near yellow hibiscus
in “The Rhythm Of The Saints”
at a thunderous drum circle
or on piles of autumn leaves
where all things are colorful
is where you will find me
where we can play . . .
Style / type:
Free verse
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Comments
Candlewitch
Mon, 2024-02-19 06:59
Dear Mark,
I love the layers of all stages of this poem. If I had to choose favorite lines, they are:
in a black and white world
made to shades of gray
nobody to blame
but you wonder who has made it
from Gods abstract canvas
thank you for sharing with us!
*hugs, Cat
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Geezer
Mon, 2024-02-19 11:05
I'm feeling that...
you are exhorting a favored human-being to join you at the shore of your ocean; a place where you can transform them into a full color person from a black and white existence. ~ Geez.
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Lavender
Mon, 2024-02-19 11:48
Colors On A Canvas
For me, this has the feeling of looking at poignant memories in a new light - taking a sadness and placing it in a lovely, tender place of peace. The reference to "The Rhythm of the Saints" and the drum circle are so deep - the sensation of healing. Look forward to reading your response.
Thank you!
L
mark
Mon, 2024-02-19 18:11
Finding peace
Searching and finding.
Mark
"Ghosts of electricity howl in the bones of her face."
~Bob Dylan~
Lavender
Mon, 2024-02-19 21:23
Hello, Mark,
I'm so glad!
L
RoseBlack
Fri, 2024-02-23 07:56
I get a feeling
Of loneliness and longing, yet some tranquility as well. The beach always seems to be a place for reflection. Well done.
~RoseBlack~
mark
Thu, 2024-02-29 17:30
Yes
and thank you Rose.
I love te beach at sunrise.
Mark
"Ghosts of electricity howl in the bones of her face."
~Bob Dylan~