Canvas

I fell between notes in bottomless white

hung on to a D and then an S to the right.

Who knew Despair could save life?

What I write, where I fall

Who I am between love,

and nothing at all.

Why I do, why I pen, why I 

continue to share

a rough heart worn,

torn, and brazenly bare.

Reasons, fall to the floor

then spring to the furnace

heated enshrined

snow-melted in earnest.

I climb back out, a will full of spite

and plague with words, that bottomless white.

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

i guess despair drives us to bare ourselves brazenly and the result is art no matter what the medium, but as writers we have only words to use. and it compels us to fill the bottomless white. excellently expressed.

[Mark]

Thank you love! :)

[redflutterby]

What we can't say aloud...we write!! That white paper calls to us to release the pain, loneliness and despair. But it also calls for us to share...memories, happiness and beauty. Love this Mark!

[Mark]

thanks for reading Red :)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Indeed despair can y darling, well done, good read.

[Mark]

thank you so much Thomas! xo

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

your welcome x

[Emerald Seas]

Sometimes we feel so much, yet a special someone isn't there to share, and we must pen what we live. A deep writing with feeling - well done,Mark.

[Mark]

yes, we must! that white space has to be filled. thanks :)

[Cody Williams]

Beautiful poem! Thanks for writing it!

-CW

[Mark]

thanks for reading it! :)

[Cody Williams]

No problem!

[icelandicblue]

Beautifully penned poem Mark. You've included some unique images in this one.

[Mark]

thanks for reading ice :)

[Baby Ricochet]

Great poem Mark. Some real emotional depth to this

[Mark]

Thanks Mark, much appreciated :)

[Leslie Philibert]

Mark is a poet who is improving all the time, this a fine poem, full of quality.

[Mark]

thank you so much Leslie :)

[Pryde Foltz]

Well done. I've definitely been there. The pouring of words to paper to ease a broken heart. The comfort that can offer the similarly effected. Some killer phrasing to boot.

[Mark]

Thank you, glad you could relate. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

"Who knew Despair could save life?
What I write, where I fall
Who I am between love,
and nothing at all."
Eyes opening lines above. I agree despair can save our life. I like the closing lines also. Sometime we need to dig deep to find the bottomless white. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Mark]

Thank you for your kind words my friend.