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.
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.
ReplyDeleteI 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
ReplyDeleteHi 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
ReplyDeleteI'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.
ReplyDeleteI second what Carol said. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem which makes you think and I hope 2016 will give you the perfect canvas filled with vibrant colours. Hugs xxx
ReplyDeleteIt'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!
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