Thursday, 17 December 2015

Yesterday's Brush Strokes

A piece of free verse poetry and a thought on life:

If every day was truly a new beginning
you would start each morning with a blank canvas.
You would paint with untamed inspiration
as your day emerged dripping with vibrant colours.

In reality morning canvases are tainted
with the marks of yesterday’s brush strokes but,
in that moment when sleep clouds your consciousness,
you anticipate a canvas that is virgin clean.

Then you remember
and you get up
and you get on with your day
because that is all there is.


  1. But hopefully the colours that you use for that day can overlay the darkness and despair that sometimes lingers there. And maybe over time, the grime and sadness of the past won't shine as clear, m'dear.

  2. I read this a few times - truly made me think about working on the vibrant colors aspect, not the dribs and drabs that can overwhelm. Good poem

  3. Hi Ros - I'd love to start with a clear slate come 2016 - in fact must do so ... so I'll remember this ... and let vibrant colour shines through. What a great analogy .. cheers Hilary

  4. I'm sure many of us know - especially at this time of year - how grey mornings can feel. This puts it so well - hope you're ok.

  5. I second what Carol said. Lovely poem.

  6. A lovely poem which makes you think and I hope 2016 will give you the perfect canvas filled with vibrant colours. Hugs xxx

  7. It's sometimes hard to see the bright colours through the grey, dull hues of (especially) winter mornings. A lovely poem, Ros. I hope that 2016 brings you only vivid colours!