terse gulch
This Barren Canvas
Brushes wallow in coating a muted grey,
Relishing the featureless drab display,
For a colour would break all they have known,
All knowledge which has known but one tone,
Brushes stand before me,
And I stand among them,
In submittance to conformity,
We sing a wordless hymn,
One brush dabbled in forsaken colour magic,
A lie it would be to say I didn't admire it,
I saw a flicker of hues in my own landscape,
But as she subdued,
My own fleeting moment did too.
(This emotional tag is more like a fleeting flicker of emotion 💔)
knotty stream