blank canvas

May 7, 2012
By poetryinchaos BRONZE, Bath, Alabama
poetryinchaos BRONZE, Bath, Alabama
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Favorite Quote:
So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them. - Sylvia Plath


the day I let you paint me, it was the end of may. the air felt fresh and the birds flew in familiar patterns in the sky. you hadn’t painted in weeks and your hands were bruised from all the writing you’d been doing instead but you were ready, to start again. a blank canvas. which is why you chose me I suppose. I was lost and you needed inspiration. the perfect melancholic picture was there lying on your ramshackle sofa; eyes closed, feet carefully balanced on the edge and cradling a hot cup of coffee. and so you began and I led still, dreaming of the birds that circled beautifully outside the window and imagined I was the one bird that flew free, over the horizon, dipping down out of sight forever.


The author's comments:
just a short prose piece that was inspired by the flock of birds I saw out of my window. I liked the way they moved in the sky.

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