Simply Breathing

The waves caress the sand
like an unfinished overcoat,
Maybe God got tired hands.
I walked here years ago and wrote,
feel it was once blue over tan.
It seemed grey over grey.
Simply breathing
can seem hard these days.

It would be white over white
should the canvas stay bare.
It would seem always light
but I bet there'd be darkness there.
Let's call it a blackout, I'm
simply breathing
to buy some borrowed time.

Reviews

[CD Campbell]

Great poem! I like the use of contrasting colors, made me feel despair within a painting undone. The ending is not a fairy tale ending, but a reality that can slap you in the face. The emotion literally drips. CD

[TheJordBaker]

Thank you very much

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the first three lines just blow me away...
"God got tired hands"

your canvas does not stay bare...you are "simply breathing" and "simply writing"
and we are simply taking it all in...
nice write, Jordan.
j.

[TheJordBaker]

Thank you very much, Jacob