Canvas

A wilderness in white

The canvas of these walls closes in on me 

They squirm as I spill my few bloodied thoughts on them.

Discoloring their whiteness. 

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

this was a dark and violent image. a thought that belongs to someone who is quietly sufferring. and i know the feeling of a catharsis building up but never been released, and it's something i wish nobody should have to go through. while it is quite disturbing, your descriptiveness and use of language in general was on the mark. i think it is a strong work.

[Sapphus]

Thank you.

[Throwing Romeo]

Selfish monkeys smear blood over what could be lasting beauty.
Important emotive plea....

[Coyote Poetry]

Could be amazing if we could paint a canvas with our thoughts Sapphus. My canvas would be chaos and beautiful places.
"They squirm as I spill my few bloodied thoughts on them.
Discoloring their whiteness."
The above lines, I do understand. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful and poignant. Great work.

[Fia Naturie]

Are you an abstract artist? The canvas can be daunting. nicely done.

[Sapphus]

Thank you kindly. Yes, I sketch and honored you noticed.

[Arundass TP]

Excellent and imaginative. Beautiful poem

[Sapphus]

Thank you kindly.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Wasn't it Shakespeare who said brevity is the soul of wit? Indeed! Good to meet you, Sapphus. Brilliant piece!

[Sapphus]

Thank you Kelly. Good to meet you too.

[Soren]

In its simplicity this short piece is far deeper than first appearance. It provokes thought about writing and what we paint or leave unsaid. Nicely worded.

[Sapphus]

Thanks to you Soren.