Rose Glasses

Yours - Poem by Rose Glasses

A used, abandoned canvas;
An artist who had once filled it with
such bright resplendent swirls
Only to soil it
with the stifling colors of umbrage
a year later-

A dinky bucket pooled with flesh;

But wholly yours..

Yours for the building,
yours for the molding.
Yours for the filling,
and yours for the keeping.

Diffidently so!
Yet still so utterly yours.

And I can only pray,
pray that you will not
do the same
as he.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 29, 2013

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