He held his paintbrush perpendicular to the canvas,
contemplating the color texture he wished
to impose on the current white sheet.
She walked in unannounced, carrying freshly picked
forget-me-nots in a newly glazed mug.
They stood before curtain-less windows,
for approximately twenty-three seconds,
with neither words spoken nor gestures performed.
She lowered her gaze and headed for the door,
muttering softly underneath her breath,
"please don't paint it gray again."
He inhaled sharply and closed his eyes momentarily,
wishing the clouds would part tomorrow.
Author notes
Prompt: The Great Gatsby, by F Scott Fitzgerald: "Everyone suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine:...."
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beautiful!
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subtle touch of an artist here - bitter sweet memories and the compulsive graying of our world reflected in our art. beautifully, delicately expressed.
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"Please don't paint it grey again" I have the feeling that if he could paint it anything other than grey he would. What choice does he have, waiting for the clouds to part while never taking any sort of action to dissipate them himself. That 23 seconds can be like an eternity, waiting for any sign of progress or change, not finding it, moving along in the well worn ruts that we have created within our existence.
Peace
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This is soft and beautiful, and rather romantic.
Well done hon.
All the best,
mj.
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A grand take on the prompt, dear..You have the knack of putting in a great ending to your creative writes...The Title caught my interest, and the lines my applause!
M. 
Bravo!
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This is great. I have no suggestions at all. Love your descriptive imagery contained in this one, sis.
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"please don't paint it gray again" I loved this line and the ending stanza. Is the work of an artist only as good as his inspiration? I think so.
Best of luck in the contest!
Ann
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How cool was that. I could see the entire scene. I like this poet.
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I think even i you were ignorant to the meaning of the word and color gray, just by saying the word aloud, you could detect its feeling. There is a tinge of gray over your entire poem.. a bit sad and melancholy. Fantastic feeling behind your words
S.
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This is such a grand response to the chosen prompt, Sweetie. Good luck in the contest. Poor, dear Zelda.
"Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold"
- Zelda Fitzgerald
http://thinkexist.com/quotes/zelda_fitzgerald/
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Beautifully written, with a tinge of distance to it. Loved the subtle sadness.
Hope all will go well with you today, Poet.
Love
Myra
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Beautifully written, with a tinge of distance to it. Loved the subtle sadness.
Hope all will go well with you today, Poet.
Love
Myra
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