“Canvases I Paint”
a poem by Jeremy C Kester
I sit in silence waiting for a moment,
The clouds drifting by my tired eyes,
And I rest any wares and wars,
To remember what it was like to write.
My dreams would flow over paper,
In a glory of graphite and ink portraits,
A picture is written,
That the imagination can only paint.
Now I tire of my forgotten memoirs,
Each work drifting further from sight,
As my memories fade in past,
Shall I ever paint them again?
Tomorrow will always be another day,
For me another canvas,
I will paint a portrait of my life,
And remember it always.
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Poem written by Jeremy C Kester
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