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To Paint Acceptance (Free verse) by versus_u Your easel stood at the dark corner of my room
For months of resistance to canvas and oil
Empty bottles of turpentine
Left me scraping our palette of lost love
With a knife we used to handle with utmost grace
In pushing gobs of paint â now dry.
I hung your portrait just last night
Unmindful of the pain your absence has caused
For today that easel will brush with light
Amid memories of that gray morning I stood beside your grave.
Up the ladder:
A Fistful of Haiku at School
Down the ladder:
Silent Tears
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Posted: October 8, 2003 7:22 PM PDT; Last modified: October 8, 2003 7:22 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.493059 Overall Rank: 2764 Comments:
I never new you were so good at this... and all this time I thought you were a poser like me... 10 for everything...
I agree... this made me feel so sad... you are so good at just painting pictures with words... i feel like you have touched my soul... even though i dont know who u are... simply beautiful... 10...
hey you forgot? we are all posers except the great earless guy during his crayola-colored existence. hehe.. thanks :D
That's just because there weren't any straightjackets then.. are you then afraid, dear lady, that you are a monster as well.. glad to see you are alive, always a pleasure..
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this bit in particular:
"Left me scraping our palette of lost love" gave me a little grimace.
Dont' get me wrong though, I do really like the idea of the empty easel as it relates to a missing person, then the memory of him/her as the painting; that's really cool.
Just thinking the palete related stuff feels awkward - complicates the composition of the poem ... (keep it to three things, one that contrasts with the other two, right?)