
Empty
Sable and bristle brushes
clattered into the waste
between crinkled tubes of paint
gone her linseed and turpentine
she surrendered her easel to anger
and snapped her palette
in oily hues of cerulean blue
ochre and umber.
With room to spare
she stuffed the black bag
with false smiles and laughter
a whore’s fawning
over gallery Johns in tuxes
of mars and titanium
she discarded
the remnants of hope.
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Thanks again for sharing, Sue, and for the wonderful prompt once again. 😀
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My pleasure, Diana… I loved your poem 🙂
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Beautiful Post!!!
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