Blank Canvas

Art by Allessandro Dela Torre

as we held hands

i noticed it didn't feel the same as it once did

as we hugged

the warm map had turned into a cold grid

feelings kicked a can down the road much as a juvenile delinquent called to the office lingers

time had twisted our fingers

pushing them further apart

pulling the plug on emotions once alive and well in my heart

our spent love no longer able to approach the easel let alone paint the art

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A sad tale of love running out of steam. Really enjoyed the metaphors you used here Pete. Nice little poem. Have a lovely day.

Your posted artwork is fascinating.

Chris

[Pete]

sad indeed. i concur on the artwork. thanks chris.

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome. I am still having problems accessing your work Pete. I can’t get in to your pages. It might be a fault. Do you want me to report it? Others have been having similar issues this week. Are you getting less reviews?

Chris

[Pete]

i have been experiencing a lot of problems on the site as of late. not sure what to do anymore ... :)

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

‘time had twisted our fingers
pushing them further apart’

Amazing lines above my favourite

Great write I really enjoyed

[Pete]

thanks julie. happy easter! ... :)