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Fresh Canvas
by John HerzogAfter letting the dust fall
over our heads
and our bedsheets
I unraveled the old canvas
that I kept under the mattress
and took it into my fingers
seeing where I painted you my landscapes
panoramas of the most hidden places
flecked with memories of lost friends
now known only through their faces
and to think I hid the paintings
here
for so many years
locked beneath the floorboards of all my fears
deep
where the light of all those days
dithered down to a haze
that lost us in our way to say
I love you
like I love those painted fields
where we spent our summers
laughing away the afternoon
before we went
too long suffocated by the weight
of the mattress and the floorboards
that we held over the shoulders
of our acrylic world
bound to be left behind
as we move on
to find our own fresh canvas
where I am to paint new skies
without you 04/28/2012 Author's Note: Getting in touch with myself again.
Posted on 04/28/2012
Copyright © 2024 John Herzog
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Deborah Breuer on 07/19/12 at 09:53 PM Beautiful. Just beautiful. Beautifully done. Beautifully executed. Congratulations on a pristine piece. |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 09/19/18 at 02:01 PM yes, achingly beautiful work...I'm always struck by your imagery and honesty....it's real poetry that provides a reflection for your reader...of intimate spaces we can comprehend in the glimpses you provide so clearly...it's not always easy to write from that honest place, but you do it so well... |
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