II. The Painter (A Six Sentence Poem)
Into the paint —
the brush, blind-eyed.
His shoulder tenses:
a memory
of a burden
not yet carried.
The bristles sweep —
a long, aching curve of road
beneath a sky
he’s never seen.
It is longing.
It is goodbye
to someone
he has not yet met.
He steps back,
opens his eyes —
there it is:
his future, pegged
and waiting for him
in the paint.
Written for Denise’s Six Sentence Story, including the word “peg”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
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