Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Tuesday, August 16, 2011


image courtesy of Magpie Tales
If I could paint over
all of your hurt
whitewash your wounds
that still smart even after so
many years
when rubbed the wrong way
where would I start?
With the empty spaces 
left in your spirit from
cutting words?
What color would fill them in?
With the mistrust from
told straight to your eyes?
What hue would do for that?
And what brush
would ever be soft enough to
stroke the cheek that's been stung
by too many harsh slaps?
your very walls stained
with splatters of shame
Would I ever have enough paint
to erase the damage 
inflicted by a critic 
who was blind to
your beauty?

submitted for Magpie Tales 78


darev2005 said...

I'm thinking airbrush. If nothing else, it would tickle unmercifully.

Helen said...

Mouse ... this will rank among my favorite Magpies.

Brian Miller said...

mmm...very nicely penned...sad the damage we can do to each other without a care...and i hope the paint fills in the cracks created...

signed...bkm said...

Well done...sadly so much truth in the lies and hurts...bkm..

R. Burnett Baker said...

Nicely expressed. Sometimes we use too much color in our words to one another!


..that's a sad wright.. hope pain and shame be painted with bright colors of optimism.. (:

Brightest blessings!


Trellissimo said...

I like the thinking behind this. Well done.

Nicholas V. said...

Ah, wonderful! We seem to have been wandering down similar corridors of inspiration for this Magpie.

Lena said...

A really touching piece. I hope the softest brush is eventually found......x

Doctor FTSE said...

Very good Magpie, the imagery well sustained throughout, quite sadly poignant.

HyperCRYPTICal said...

This is so good - bravo!

Anna :o]

Erratic Thoughts said...

Ahh!Lovely words..very very touching magpie...
I liked it a lot!:)

Old Ollie said...

you have really dug deep here - really cool take on the prompt

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