faded slate floor
a cold fireplace .
a very small window
overlooking a desolate avenue .
living in a hovel
where the walls were bare .
sometimes it's sad what
closes the doors
and that never allows them
to reopen .
left amid feelings of
long abandonment.
There was no path of truth
to amble on ,
just this path that leads
to the wooded waters edge , renewed .
She slid lid silently into
the water .
The ripples spread out
and shivered in the
moonlight
and then faded away .
A lovely flower
that that fell into the water
a long time ago .
She floated away
upside down
and nobody was ever
there to care ...
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Author:
WL (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Painting and poem reflecting loneliness, abandonment and depression....
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Comments7
A mournful picture painted here so well, WL, both in words and by brush. Your dual talents continue to impress me. Well done!
Thank you Louis
Fantastic talent for brushwork and poetry - very poignant both picture and verse - a really good duo WL.
Thanks Fay
Beautifully written, WL, but haunting. You captured that loneliness really well. I like the whole poem, but especially the ending, which isn't really an ending, but open ended...
The painting expresses the feelings and undercurrents from within the poem. Well done, Kudos!
Thanks Fred
Beautiful in ways which you can only become when sad and lonely.
I think the painting is a stirring representation of loneliness and depression. The poem paints an equally mournful picture of one overwhelmed by the emotions depicted in your painting. A sad ending as both are swept away, but only poetically, both remain captured in your art and poem. Found this fascinating. - Phil A.
Thanks Phil
Great write
Thanks Tony
Welcome
A lonely hovel took you to a flower that no one else saw is the positive I took from this sad piece so well written and a beautiful painting to go with it.
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