Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Empty Heart *
Lonely beauty, silent in your stark scene
Of sorrow, your empty heart of landscape,
I have no skill to paint, can only drape
The canvas - focus on a new Christine.
I trust new joys and sorrows to convene,
To sketch new lines, choose colors of escape,
Unseal my confinement in black crepe -
Create today! Tomorrow’s unforeseen.
Look there! A soft-lipped brush begins to grow,
To sprout from secret seeds in ancient soil,
Graced by sun, wet by cool tears of gray skies.
Bruises of lies now cast but pale shadow
On a palette purged of long-past turmoil.
Landscape serene - its emptiness denies.
* Empty Heart is a revision of my previous poem: