a gentleman

a gentleman painted from the Victorian Age,

imagined after reading a book,

first read in Junior High.

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flowers in a vase

flowers in a vase,

lilacs,

the branches cut,

the brush trimmed.

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a mess

a mess,

colors run,

and fight upon the page.

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flowers again on the brain

flowers again,

and again,

the urge unfulfilled.

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bricks

bricks in a wall,

colorful,

but strong,

keeping the soul secure.

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cartons and boxes

cartons and boxes,

piled in a closet,

full of memories,

and mementos of long ago.

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Sea Gulls

gulls in flight,

along a seashore,

before the coming storm.

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a prison

a prisoner,

helpless and abandoned,

awaiting his fate.

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a path

a path through flowers,

seen from above,

beautiful,

but unreal.

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branches

branches of berries,

ripe and some not so,

growing in the summer time sun.

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circles

circles,

created again and again,

until a painting complete.

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In Sorrow

seen behind the veil,

mourning for a life now over,

her youth gone,

life now much more real.

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snakes

snakes in a deadly fight,

hopeful all will die,

or at least be rendered harmless.

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flowers on pink

blue flowers,

beautiful,

and fragile,

a wonderful memory.

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summer river

summer river,

beautiful and serene,

so missed,

makes the heart bleed.

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rain or sleet

rain or sleet,

falling cold,

refreshing the earth.

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explosion

an explosion of color,

spreading from the center,

fades into white.

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city lights

city lights in the city,

regulating the traffic,

and lighting the night.

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shapes

shapes,

like home plates,

in a baseball diamond.

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military guard

military guard,

or just a cross dresser,

the answer,

unknowable.

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walls

walls everywhere,

part of the beauty,

of a life well lived.

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flowers picked

flowers picked,

by did their really exist,

or were they just gathered in the mind.

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message seen

a message seen,

but not understood,

trapped in colors upon the page.

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flower of the sun

not a sunflower,

but a flower of the sun,

growing in a pot,

by the window.

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fog

fog by the river,

where the old trees grow,

and the catfish live.

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bouncy balls

bouncy balls,

children's toys,

pretty in a unique way.

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Evolution

humans evolve,

the brain wilts,

and the eyes grow,

the future bleak,

to say the least.

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roses

roses red,

on a background of pink,

touches the soul,

the scene painted again,

and again.

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mountains or air

a peaceful scene,

of trees and landscape,

or the sky,

red at dawn,

or sunset,

peaceful,

yet unsettled.

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finally spring?

flowers on the brain,

the wait for Spring and Summer,

so long,

thoughts turn to flowers,

and Summer smells.

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flowers or weeds

flowers or weeds,

again,

depends on perspective,

colors beautiful,

in any case.

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in search of fish

hoping for a fish sandwich,

the hero,

brave beyond care,

endures their icy stares.

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faces

faces seen,

only to a few,

to others,

the painting,

nothing more than different colors.

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