Still Life

Sep 23, 2011 by     No Comments    Posted under: On Death, Poetry

Two lines on a stick

Families are told, joy fills for a small

Still Life

Hope breathes true

Then a flick of a wrist, a heartless picture and you’re gone

Still Life.

Frozen in black and white

In cruel brush strokes — this horror, this painting

My Still Life

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