Memories (Poem)

Walking night streets with pinpoint vision
A lonely place seeking outtasite
A rescue from isolated collision
And my despair of black and white

When elements gathered in my view
Impressionism on a canvas
Beckoning with a magnificent hue
Ambered-orange exchanging things amiss

Each dim light splatters on what was bare
A blurred wet image to coalesce
Solitude painted riveting flares
My hopeful soul to convalesce

Whatever was my desolation
Now forever gorgeous in my thoughts
I’m the creator of my creation
I’m the learner of what’s been taught

© Expressions by Christine (and friends) 12/22/10


I have to give credit where credit is due! Thanks to my wonderful contacts on Flickr for providing me a word that fit as a description for my photo. I, in turn, used those words for this poem!