I stepped away for a moment
pausing,
a short lifetime between
the strokes
that
left little to
see beyond a notch in the
window revealing
more of the same
……..dreams of sailboats,
seabirds or smoke-plumed steamers
………lie in leaden wait
……...for others to mold
……………and free
my reality,
the forlorn cry of seagulls
circling off canvass
my defeat, my failure
to paint the cry
so I walk
away
© Bart Breen 7-20-2001
wonderful, lovely, beautiful words. I like this piece.
~Mythers~