The life that objects can contain...
A shoe
A book
Perhaps a ring
But all my objects are away
And in an empty room I stay
The life that once swirled round my bed
Sighs quiet empty death instead
Is it death these baren walls?
The empty shadowed faceless halls?
For though acustomed to much noise...
A fresher pair sees endless choice!
A brand new start to build again
And in the mind's eye life times ten!
It's funny how this works sometimes
The way we see through different minds.
Mr Daniel....
This piece made me think of
1)a white canvas & easel and a box of oil-paints and different brushes. No two artists paint the same picture
2)An existing painting covered with white paint and repainted with another picture/portrait
3)At he end of every calendar year I make resolutions which are broken as soon as I wake up
©bishu