This picture is empty.

I cannot begin this picture,

Brushes rest beside my easel.

The day began quiet then strayed.


This tempest of past storms,

So intimate and piercing.

I cannot comprehend,

Where lies the treason.


His soul must be dark and pungent,

Aura black and hollow.

Escape from death,

Has charged his greed.


My prayers are for you this evening,

As the day slips into night.

A candle has been lit,

To show you the way.


My heart is spacious with extremity,

I saw the last of hurt and fear.

Your shadow is empty,

I shall not cross it.

copyright Es-tee Miller

“Grief and greed are as inextricably entwined as love and marriage should be”…Ann Kent

About redcontroversy

I'm a stargazing,skywatching,storm loving, sungazing addict. Environmentalist, political blogger, professional photographer, writer, favourite quote is: "If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive". ~ Eleonora Duse ~ soul is definitely alive.
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  1. Jules says:

    Your heart is spacious Estee, LOVE this one! I’ve never imagined an aura being described as black and hollow. Nice to see you back!

  2. Bruno says:

    Chills on this one Estee. Kind of like avoiding that black cat on the highway ahead. Good plan, wonderful poem.

  3. chanel99 says:

    Greed is the devil’s master.Powerful words.

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