HIS PICTURE GONE
His picture gone
a faded mark upon the wall
within a sparsely furnished room.
Standing still and looking out
the sole possessor of the night
alone in nights vast solitude.
Though black nights reigned
with morning call
still yet devoid of happiness.
In filmy shades of morning light
as flickering neon fades with day
her thoughts effaced by falling rain.
Scarce a sound pervades the room
the window wide with northern view
the sun a stranger scarce a sound.
Loosed yet to pleasures of the day
she felt the flood
of waves that carried no content.
Michael Edwards © September 2017
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this with the idea that each stanza would stand in its own right. The picture was created by the dendritic printing method.
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A sad tale of loss and sorrow. Beautifully painted picture of words beneath a visual wonderland for my mind. Great stuff!!
Thanks dusk - nice to get away from the rigidity of poetic form for a change.
Very good write and yes each stanza can stand by itself.
Intrigued by the artwork. Just looked it up on google it looks great to do.
Thanks Andy. Yes it's fun to do but just a little restrictive although I have a few ideas in mind. This one was done for fun with my grandson yesterday who was co-artist - not one of my best but has meaning for me.
Anything done with our grandchildren always has a great meaning to us.
A fine write Michael. Sometimes I wonder about my 'mix & match' type hymn-poems, choosing out a Bible verse or two for each stanza. Yet they seem to be grouped in themes, e.g .1-5; 6-11; etc, so hopefully not disjointed in my poems.
Mix and Match - though they were a music hall act - bet they couldn't write poetry though 🙂
I only know them from sweetie shops!
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The aches of loneliness can haunt the human spirit. Great poem Michael. ; )
thanks for looking in - I do much appreciate your kind remarks.
The pleasure was mine. ; )
Michael, I really like the first stanza the best. It tells a whole story of a love gone wrong in three short lines!
Btw, did you use two glass panes to do the painting? I tried it once a long time ago as a test, but it looked nothing like yours. Mine was pretty bad, while yours is beautiful.
Thanks Fred - yes I like the first one which I wrote - err first. It was only after that I decided to continue with other verses which related to it but did not necessarily follow it.
As for the painting yes it was done with sheets of clear Perspex. I find this works better if you limit the palette to one or just two colours when the result can pack quite a punch but this one was done with a grandson who wanted lots of bright colours.
Big fan of this Michael I like the free flow verse , well done
Thanks Bill - I must agree that free verse sits at the top of my list.
A picture gone, someone is missed. a faded wall enhances the contrast. Night shades the episode in gloom, even Morning cannot remove the loneliness, and rain beats a pathetic tune. Such sorrow. Well done, loved the stanza flow. Felt the pain.
As for the picture, He chose his colors well, mostly colors of nature, blue (sky), brown (earth), green (vegetation), with a dab of sunshine mixed in on what appears to me as a stone bench. - Phil A.
Thanks so much Phil - must find a whimsical for tomorrow ; all this gloom, Seb has a good eye and I might well make an artist of him - who knows? The bench started out as a path but it didn't translate that well.
This poem is finely written... its message comes through clearly.. thanks for sharing Michael.
Thanks so much - appreciated.
Sad. Left kind of a hole on my stomach. I guess I'm very sensitive these days. Beautifuly written though.
Yes it is a bit bleak but a fun one for Sunday if I can find something - about to have a look - thanks Malu.
Welcome
His picture is gone, but the picture of sadness is so vivid in this poem.
The paint looks so nice.
Both are done well.
Appreciate your kind words M&M - thanks
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