Title:  Gone

Author:   AndrewTimmons
Category:   Musings
Keywords:  Gone Brush Done

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The bristles on a brush
don't to their purpose exceed.
The print on a page
is quite a bother to read.

The look in her eye
to you, may seem weak.
The brush of her touch
is of nothing to speak.

Gone are the gales and teetering tales
in an art, only life could have brought.

Done are the days of dreamers and dames
for whom such wisdom was wrought.



Comments on "Gone"
Posted by RianPitan on August 23, 2012
Really nice poem, Andrew! Do you have some more for us to enjoy?

Posted by supineplath on July 12, 2012
beautiful. I appreciate a good rhymer.