The Life of Man

There’s a man at the top of the hill

Just sitting

Maybe he’s resting-

His tired limbs, tired body

Carrying such a heavy soul

So close to the sky.

Maybe he’s reflecting-

His mind stuck wandering

Between past and present

And all the things he would change.

Maybe he’s retiring-

Giving up on the life

That was so harsh to him

Starting a new one in tune with nature.

I don’t know why he’s there.

Maybe he doesn’t either.

Still [Life]

Canvas

Freshly stretched

And never used

That smells of paper

Feels like silk

And tastes like new beginnings

Until you pick up your brush.

 

Inspiration moves you

Stroke by stroke

As you create a masterpiece

Day by day

Until passion dwindles-

Then you’ll wait

Until it strikes

And you’ll overcome.

 

The end result

Will be a painting

Of insurmountable beauty

Created by the still life moments

That you captured in your mind

Heart and brush

Forever preserved in paint

For all to see and admire.

 

http://www.napowrimo.net/ prompt for day 27.