we have chosen to be like strangers swamped in the tension of silence

[Scott]

concealing



I might have sulked in your presence

                                 and concealed the canvas


with the stained white sheets that you covered

the dinner table with

                       last night.



I might have allowed myself to get drowned

                                          to the pelting rain,


picked up the paint brush buried in Van Gogh’s hues

in the old paint can and splattered the dead-end

of my stroke

                but I hadn’t.



I have refused to do any of those

since your return to this room even if

the candle ran through of its brief, delightful existence



for again, we have chosen to be like strangers

swamped in the tension of silence

like the animosity of brushstrokes

in the stained canvas

I have left

                                 

                                       hanging.



RV Escatron [rev.2007]

[Bambi]

Very beautiful,romantic, meaningful,helplessness  and from someone who really concealing of a fact!  Fact of Love?

Are you madly in love at the moment or as I understand it......something left unstarted?

Or you dated with the lense of your camera?  I mean............RV

you are just fascinated of something but what?  Poetry fascinates me if only not to dig

out the meaning of it and it confuses me more to define.

[Scott]

Very beautiful,romantic, meaningful,helplessness  and from someone who really concealing of a fact!  Fact of Love?

Are you madly in love at the moment or as I understand it......something left unstarted?

Or you dated with the lense of your camera?  I mean............RV

you are just fascinated of something but what?  Poetry fascinates me if only not to dig

out the meaning of it and it confuses me more to define.

Practically that's the magic. It titillates yet it hurts a little. --in love with love, life and dreams.

Play of words--of someone who does not know what to do in awkward silence.

World peace! Yes. World peace! lol

[hubag bohol]

I might have sulked in your presence

                                 and concealed the canvas


with the stained white sheets that you covered

the dinner table with

                       last night.

Labhonon nga bed sheets gigamit isip table cloth? 

[Lorenzo]

concealing



I might have sulked in your presence

                                 and concealed the canvas


with the stained white sheets that you covered

the dinner table with

                       last night.



I might have allowed myself to get drowned

                                          to the pelting rain,


picked up the paint brush buried in Van Gogh’s hues

in the old paint can and splattered the dead-end

of my stroke

                but I hadn’t.



I have refused to do any of those

since your return to this room even if

the candle ran through of its brief, delightful existence



for again, we have chosen to be like strangers

swamped in the tension of silence

like the animosity of brushstrokes

in the stained canvas

I have left

                                 

                                       hanging.



RV Escatron [rev.2007]

This is beautiful, Scott.

Scott, where art tho?

[hubag bohol]

for again, we have chosen to be like strangers

swamped in the tension of silence

Jati jati an!