Still Life.

By Malice In Wonderland

I tried to draw a still life
once.

Charcoaled lines
That screamed across empty porcelain avenues

Like drawing souls
in the Sand at high tide
Constantly swept away
In a mood of seamless fury

You were like black coffee and cigarettes
Dark and drifting
Coils of smoke and ash
Scattered
In the storm

I fell asleep
By the shores
Waiting

on

A break in the Maelstrom

or

Smooth canvas
promising
Shaded knowledge
Among the coastlines

I scoured the sunsets
For all the colors
I never noticed

Splashed over the horizons
of an unconscious mind

But I woke up
and all I saw
was your name still traced in front of me

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Published on Tuesday, November 15, 2016. Filed under: "Poetry"

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Comments on "Still Life."

On Wednesday, November 16, 2016, Void Vortex (298) wrote:

the last line brought it well into perspective. thanx for sharing :)
On Tuesday, November 15, 2016, Anna McCarra (357) wrote:

Your poem has become that still life that you couldn't draw, and it has captured the things you couldn't hold into a beautiful, wistful reverie.
A former member wrote: a beautifully penned quiet moment...captured in a still life -HM
On Tuesday, November 15, 2016, indefined (19) wrote:

A deep and quiet resignation is usually more forceful than an unleashed anger, as the latter produces this lingering miasma in the chest, and the former is usually a flash int he pan, eventful then forgotten. /hugs
On Tuesday, November 15, 2016, indefined (19) wrote:

This reminded me of a song for some reason ; lyrics are on my profile ; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iFW2HqtwWNQ
On Monday, November 14, 2016, blue (1409) wrote:

There is a reason you've always been one of my favourites. However, I n-n-noticed an error. Just saying. :) ~b
On Monday, November 14, 2016, Devil lyn (345) wrote:

However the charcoaled lines, this was just simply stunning and mesmerizing ... Devlin.