The picture rests atop a pristine ivory canvas,
Strokes of ebony ink rippling across its surface,
Shallow raven black streams that weave together
An ornate portrait of a not so distant past
Within its little hidden details, the story
Of a once happy family slowly unravels
The thin brush that created it,
Soaked with the crippling weight of years and years
Worth of painful crystalline tears
The moisture never quite wicks away,
Just like the gentle brush strokes refuse to fade
Even as time passes, bittersweet memories entombed
In their soft curves, loops, and edges
The picture rests atop a pristine ivory canvas,
Holding in a history that begs to break free
© 7 June 2020, by Haley Scully
A portrait should not just be a picture, it should also be a philosophy!🖼😳🥴
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Yes, much agreed! Thanks so much for reading and commenting! I really appreciate it. 😄🎶
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