Unfinished dreams

In the lines of our faces

are etched the sketches of life

that never quite fleshed out the page,

and the washed out colours of a canvas unfinished

in the back room of our heart haunts us,

better to share long strokes of wet

and master the pieces that fate hands us,

then always remain bound by the seals

that preserve true loveliness unveiled between two

I miss what I had,

but I've had what I've missed,

though I've had to miss what I had,

since she went away

and painted my day,

in a very bleak way.

Reviews

[Sometimes Blood]

This is pure gold!! I adore this write.

[Patricia]

This poem touched me deeply. I too had what I'd missed and then lost the love of my life, followed by loss to death of two children. I understand, and feel understood by your lovely poem.
Thank you, Tricia

[Ashira Macy]

We never really fully know what we had until it is gone and we can truly miss it. Great write my friend.

[Mary C]

This is quite an awesome write my friend, and very raw. good job

[Anne Timmins]

Wow so beautifully done and inspiring. Such a strong message

[R Smith]

This one is bound for my library, I love the way it circles around and around till we reach the very sad end, like a whirlpool, eddying away into eternity, marvelous writing

[Susan Beth Horvath]

this poem is near masterful. It touched my heart very deeply.

[Cory Barrett]

The first half of this was wonderfully constructed and profound, but the last half sputtered a bit... but then lost love is nothing but a sputter, intended brilliance maybe.

[Lauriegirl]

wow! This is breathtaking. it drew me in and wouldn't let go. Just gorgeous!