Thursday, April 22, 2010

The Strikethrough...

Not so long ago, sitting at my desk
I painted meaningful verses...
On the white of crisp paper
A beautifully woven embroidery
Of words in black ink....

Yet when I look at it now,
All that meets my eye
Are the words I struck out,
Thoughts I murdered,
And the emotions I denied expression...

Blotched with ink,
Those desperate attempts to bury.....
Shadow all the splendor of my verses,
- An immortal memorial to
All that's dead in me!

6 comments:

miwokdreamer said...

Hello..I was just wandering on the "next blog" option and came across the strikethrough. I think it is beautiful..Wundergal

tagskie said...

Nice blog you got here... Just droppin' by to say hi! http://www.arts-and-entertainment.info

keith said...

a moving work. you do have a talent for framing your feeling in a way that complete strangers can share.

SJ said...

"thoughts I murdered" nice line

M Hastings said...

I love this poem! LOVE IT!

Anu Acharya said...

lovely lines....