Suspended painting:
Idling, waiting, dying:
The brush has idled
The mind suspended
The painting and colors
confused.
The painters are in limbo
And the question
Whether to continue or not
Has been set.
The canvas in the corner
Understands,
It is being abandoned;
The colors may never
Touch it again
And oblivion
Is Art's destiny.
Let it not be forgotten
Nor burnt;
The fire within
Was not consumed
And the flames
Have perpetuated
Within the ridges
Of her being.
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