Portrait 4

by Rania Moallem   Jun 29, 2020

Blue fell slowly on the last canvas
like a desperate dark night.

But the gold atoms were scattered
in a single stroke all over the scene.

As for tonight,
she was but a white rose
in this painting.

While stars posed out boldly in joy,
her roots silently stretched
behind the easle in pain.

The sun rose and unleashed its fog
over the unfinished art.

She said
joy always creeps on surfaces,
only sadness digs deep.


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  • 1 month ago

    by Shoreditchpoet Dennis

    Beautiful my friend. I do love: “The sun rose and unleashed its fog”.
    I head to work with that image you conjure up in my mind. ????????

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