Blank Canvas

By Kimelene Carr

A collection of poems that paints a story of disenchantment, love and sorrow. There is always a tale to tell and in the form of poetry, Kimelene Carr has spun and woven an exceptional tale that readers will not soon forget. It is her hope that the interweaving thread that binds these poems together, penning an emotional story of once before, of unspoken memories and elusive love, may be discovered by readers and touch their hearts.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Idle Sky Books & Publishing Services
• Release date: Aug 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201748012

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Six persons of uncommon backgrounds are about to be seamed together by a common thread. Circumstance has led each individual on a journey. And though each began on a different route, mapped out by their individual lives, they are now arriving at the same destination and the lesson will soon be learnt that sequential actions can precipitate untold tragedy and the decision of one, can change the lives of others.

Part One

Blank Canvas

"The canvas of life

Laid bare for their artistic showers

But all they painted was tragedy

... if only they’d painted flowers

Insignificant

True as the wind

To calm a lifetime ago

Some THING that never really happened

Abandoning to where dreams refuse to go

And in stormy seas

A tidal of perfection

Capsizing lives: future and past

Culminating in a tsunami of dejection

Should the tides return

To where the flame signals the day?

Just close eyes. Just close eyes.

Maybe it will all go away.

Life

There’s a pattern

which exists

the threads of which

are chosen

It is sometimes

ripped apart

Or stitched together again

each thread delicately

Which pattern

belongs?

The wearer

should know

Discard it?

Throw it away?

Or let it match the garment for show?

Inner Turmoil

The morning had cracked

The yolk fallen from the blue

Winter had banished the birds

Together with dreams they flew

And the burial underneath

Did not feel the drops of rain

But laid bare and sacrificial

Soaking in the pain

No more a summer day

But a morbid glacier fear

No more a spring breeze blowing by

Only the storm in a tear

Misdirection

You would drive me in a car

With nowhere to go

On the warmest summer night

The route impassed by snow

And beyond the turn to NOWHERE

Lies a yellow brick road

The car becomes a pumpkin again

And you return to a toad

No one now to journey with

On this path to OBLIVION

Where Life and Meaning are running parallel

Into a blackhole sun

Third Period Geography

To have seen the sunshine

After