What Happened to the Painter
Why does
Your canvas lie
In a corner on the floor
?
What happened to the masterpiece
You promised me
A year ago today
?
And where are all
Your poems now
?
Don’t tell me that
You’ve thrown them all away
I used to love to
Sit and watch you
Paint the days
I notice you are smoking now
And the room
Has not been dusted recently
What happened
To those Sunday morning eyes
I travelled far to see
?
I used to love
To sit and talk away the days
Let me draw the curtains
There’s a sunny day outside
Walk me by the river
The way we used to do
I’ll show you beauty on the way
Nothing’s changed
Except the seasons
And I still love you just the same
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Author:
Neville (
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Nice romantic touching poem, it briefly made me feel sad though.
Just like Grecian urns do.
old mirrors have the very same effect on me... thank you for visiting sylviasearcher.... N
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Well, that's told me! OK, I'll get painting again, write poems, stop smoking, have a natter with ya, go for a walk with ya, and whatever else you've said! heehee.
feel free, but only do what you really want to do.. ta for perusing ..
Another original piece - super stuff
thank you Michael
Where did our magic go, those differences which pleased me into loving you. The velvet electricity which filled our home.
Great piece today from you..... love does to us things odd and frightening.
things happen dont they.... cheers, dusk arising a much appreciated visit and an altogether apt and empathic response..... Neville
Things do change but love can always be there, good loving write Neville.
Absolutely spot on Goldfinch60... thank you so much for your positive and well reasoned response to these words.... Neville
How we long for the days before we know
Ignorance truly is bliss
well captured Neville loving your work
ndrew
am enjoying your visits my fine literary friend......many thank you's, Neville
A persons wealth is the treasure trove of memories they leave behind.
Your fondness to this person is penned very well.
P.S. I travel back in time, to seek missed treasures. I hope you don't mind
thank you Suresh.. and no, of course I dont mind.... Neville
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