My brush scratches carelessly around the paper
Colours bleed into each other
Trying again to capture
Something gentle, something softer
My eyes peer unforgiving into the river
Shades fade to dark
Trying again to see
Something light, the smallest spark
Your letters type leerily on to the screen
Feeling meaning mixed up crossed out
Trying again to make plain
Nothing now, rivers drought
Our brush cannot of Beauty speak
My ugly tears broke our Canvas long ago
Nevermore shall I seek
A Beauty I can never know
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Author:
sylviasearcher (
Offline) - Published: August 21st, 2018 09:36
- Comment from author about the poem: Oh I meant to write a poem about my inability to write beautiful sensual poems and the absence of beauty from skin to soul. Somehow I ended up writing a poem about my soulmate that never was. Oh well writing is therapy... I have felt a malaise for the last few days. What I would give to feel well To feel myself And feel okay It occurred briefly and only with one person but I guess soulmates don't really hate you. So I guess I wrote this poem about something I don't even believe in. The loss of hope. The cruelest loss of all.
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Hello sylviasearcher.
You have created a beautiful poem on The Loss of Hope.
Keep writing
FineB
Thanks Fine B, my words are struggling to find form today
Sometimes beauty lies in abstinence, your words are beautiful even though you may not see it..hope you can find and hold onto strength..love this piece..I can relate 🙃
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Thank you for reading and responding yumna Kay.i thought once I found the missing thing but then I realised id made him up inside my head!
Great title, great poem which brings out the artist in ya and a final stanza to die for .. metaphorically speaking of course... Neville
Thanks for finding this one.
Reading it back gave me a gentle vision of my solitude.
I'm glad I found it too...
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