With a matted paint brush

The paint brush

discolored and


drawing across the sky

expanding from origin to desintation

each brush stroke

a reminder

of a color

that once was.

The empty canvas begs for color

but none provided

it withdraws

and speading

the hole in color

the loss of color

the lack of color

becomes the one thing

we can see but never touch.


What do you think?

Written by DocAndersen

One fan, One team and a long time dream Go Cubs!!!!!!!!!!!!!


    • Thanks, Carol. I have a collection of notebooks of poems I’ve written for the past (let’s just say 4 years :-)) Some of them wander a bit into the self-indulgent and some aren’t half bad. The best ones were published years ago, but I no longer own those copyrights.